Ever feel these blues? Indigo midnight, shot through
with Delta sunlight. A guitarist, posessed, steals to the crossroads at midnight, not to seal a pact with the devil but to
rendezvous with his lover, making deals just as fiery-- meeting Buddha and Martin Luther King, Jr. along the way.
Here ancient rural rhythms brush up against electronic urban beats; step back in surprise, smile in recognition.
There is a bright rippling optimism rolling through these songs, majestic and wide as their mother, Mississippi.
Come Inside . . .