Sierra Ferrell's music is the nectar that drips from vocal chords of angels on ecstacy and percocet, dripping with honey, and smelling of grandma's brownies. It has been proven to "cure what ails ya", and it temporarily wards off the existential dread that is slowly encompassing us all. Don't let the absurdity of our existence get you down. Listen to Sierra Ferrell instead.
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These are exceptionally good (nearly- instrumental) vignettes played with so much finesse and grace. Pieces to carry you far and wide to wonderful places that live on the borderlands of typical Bluegrass tunes, but are all the better for it. The first track is absolutely perfect accompaniment for any late afternoon or evening Autumnal stroll or window staring musings.
Fans of early Grisman or early Tony Rice instrumentals take note. Joe Borreson