Ian Whulj Vashon Island, where these songs come from, lies only 15 miles from Bainbridge Island, where I live. Though rich in forests, farms and wild beaches, only once in 40 years have I taken the long, circuitous drive and ferry ride to get there.
Still, it beckons from across gray waters, a vague form on the southern horizon. A familiar enigma. A poignant memory of future possibility.
This album is a lot like that.
Favorite track: Dumb Luck.