Here in Oregon's glorious southwest, between two beautiful mountain ranges, working long hours, at night, in a saw mill. I come home around midnight in a tiny nowhere town to a chilled air and a yummy glass of Pendleton rye, with an ache to sit and breathe something melodic. Maybe some London Grammar maybe some Zero 7. Probably both. Could be a bit of Santana or Megadeth or Infectious Grooves. Then Oysterhead plays for a spell. Holy crap it is now Incubus playing, followed by Sade, Caro Emerald, Miles Davis, Larkin/Poe and Janiva Magness. All of it was glorious and somehow invigorating and soothing at the same time. Music and the search for all of it's glorious iterations brings me peace, solace, and joy. Thanks to you who have shared your valuable time in this search with me.