Thomas Moultrie

What I like about writing album reviews is the introduction to new music. Discovering new bands and artists I’d never heard of prior to their album landing on my desk. Now, to be honest, I often wish I hadn’t learned of a new artist. Often this introduction just makes me lament the state of modern music. But every so often, a band and an album come into view and you’re glad for it. A fresh wind sweeps in, to blow the stagnant air away.

What I like about writing album reviews is the introduction to new music. Discovering new bands and artists I'd never heard of prior to their album landing on my desk. Now, to be honest, I often wish I hadn't learned of a new artist. Often this introduction just makes me lament the state of modern music.

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. ~ Robert Frost I sat by the river, under a clear blue sky, on a warm summer day. The trees swayed in the warm air. The music of the branches played, as the wind swept through the leaves. Ah, Nature’s beautiful song.