Same, came to that conclusion years ago. Was more or less dumped into it and was taken aback.
And yeah, f.ck yeah
, that was great. Some lines from Rest of My Life were just damned perfect:
"I'm turning myself into / something a little less promising / a little more useful"
"the battle is over / we lost but we'll live to call off the war / don't that ceiling look high from the floor?"
Sometimes the writer in me is just like, "Damn you! That's too
wrt Americana/bluegrass: he's been gone for 3+ years now but this track feels as alive to me now as it ever did: Brown Bird - Fingers to the Bone
. Not at all complicated, and I've linked it here before, but it just touches me. I've always been drawn to these religious/religiose/gospel pieces and this persists even into my kinda-antireligious present.
wrt my synthwave status: the dive continues, but haven't sorted the listened backlog enough to link highlights yet. Next post.