Abe Abraham is a man so nice that his surname is similar to, but not the same as his given name. His music is like a prairie wind carrying a tumbleweed down a dirt road. Listening to this makes me warm and brings me in from the frozen tundra of life. This must be what Luke Skywalker felt like when he climbed inside Falcor's vagina. WARM.
Reminiscent of the singer/songwriters that I grew up with. James Taylor, Cat Stevens, Neil Young, Paul Simon... real songs and real music. It's warm coffee in hand while staring out the window on a snowy day. It's your first kiss. It's red fuzzy footy pajamas. It's tucked in and forehead kissed before bed. It's the back of the station wagon at the drive-in movies. It's the surprise trip to Chuck E. Cheese. It's the reassuring note left in your sock drawer after a rough day....
