Fantastic solo guitar/american primitive mini album by Lorna Rowe from Canada, that flew a bit under the radar. Alex Archibald introduced her music indirectly to me, via a facebook post. I’m really thankful for that.
Lorna Rowe keeps it short and on point. Masterful fingerpicking, the bitter-sweet melodies that let you yearn for being one with the most beautiful landscape or moment you can imagine. That makes at least me realizing, something is missing and the music gives me only an idea how it is to be whole. Whatever esoteric b.s. you feel, that’s the kind of music that should never stop. And that’s what I seek out in american solo steel-string guitar and why I never get tired to hear those simple, syncopated melodies, played on one acoustic guitar.