A dither of fingers, touching lightly at the glaze of life and its ilk. A thoughtfulness in a situational incredulity, Commoner (aka Karl Lucas), delivers with beautiful James Taylor like decadence and revelry.
Gorgeous guitar ensemble, of notes upon gracious notes, Commoner’s relevance in advancements, artfully – and dutifully – nudge at the solipsism of feeling and emotions, unrequited.
A turn of events, is a turn for the better, in the finger picking goodness of ‘No reason to pretend’.
There is no worry, when there is no worry. Tragedy, is a another chance to do it again, in a different light.