Damien Jurado

Grey gray day. My dad always laments days like this are "raw, goes to your bones" before he shudders and saunters off to find his Smartwool socks. Need something lonely and brittle, dustings of bitter cocoa powder on plinking ivory keys. Journeyman Damien Jurado, with a hollow call and slow turns over his shoulder. That'll do it.

Damien Jurado // Arkansas