On the final run of the day as the sun sets, poet Sam Hamer reflects on following his son down the slope.
Sam Hamer on not quite getting a piece of music right, and then doing so, and finding something deeper.
This is a perfect album for a year of difficulty and strife, and yet contains the comfort and beauty of music with fitting lyrics.
Right-handed poet Sam Hamer imagines playing his brother-in-law’s guitar, but can’t because he’s left-handed, but they can make music together.