For some reason, the relative simplicity of folk acoustic instrumentation allows the melody and lyrics to really shine. Especially on rainy days like today, the tones strike a chord with the moisture in the air, weaving a web of calm solitude into the autumn sky. This is fall music, harvest music. Music performed around campfires, often only with a single guitar and voice. Lyrics that have wistful echoes, insightful phrases that engage your mind and really foster introspection, because rather than trying to describe the entire tapestry of their own story they leave an open framework that force your imagination to fill in the gaps and bring it into your own perception.
It’s a distinctly individual, personal experience with every listening.