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More music I feel like I have known forever, heard before within my body during walks on leaf-covered sidewalks with sweatshirts zippered up high, and in contented sighs when I wake up with the sun in the summer: “Box of Stones” by Benjamin Francis Leftwich.
Thinking, “I can’t wear earbuds in the grocery store; that’d be antisocial and deranged,” I was the potentially more crazy person listening to my own music while pushing a grocery cart through shortcut aisles to get milk, cheese sticks, spinach, nectarines, and buy-one-get-one salsa; I swear no one even noticed the audible lullabies coming from my purse as I rolled through the store sans earbuds – with a straight face, but smile within, feeling as though I am privy to a secret decadence just uncovered via iTunes free Indie download of the week. Ahhh, yahoo, for an album I've listened to at least six times today.
My only critique is that I wish the songs on the album were longer, because I’m all for five-, six-minute good songs. Let’s ride out a good one, rather than chopping off a melody that we all wish would go on; like cutting off a finger, it’s unfortunate and unnecessary, so let a good song go on and on. Just as I am moved by Arcade Fire's tangible, earnest energy, this new find has the tempo of a resting heart rate and the peace Ben Harper's "Roses from My Friends" seeks; it's Elliott Smith, David Gray's EPs, and manages to say everything you want to hear at the beginning of Bob Marley's "Three Birds" with the seeming effortlessness of Radiohead's Kid A.