USA, 2005, singer-songwriter
Brosseau’s voice enchants me. It’s so sincere, clear, and beautiful, but something about it is a little bit…dorky. Not sure. The way he sings his Ss? The music of this album is quite stripped down yet deceptively simple. Acoustic guitar, sparse harmonica, plucked piano, quiet storytelling, and music-painting of rustic, romantic scenes. And those colors? Baby-blue and wheat-gold. His rendition of “In My Time of Dyin'” is so unlike anything I’d expected it to be, and it’s wonderful. The close harmony with the female vocalist is just perfect.
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