What does it take to marry all your favorite inflections, inner ears, visions and pulses? All the roads, dusts, suns, ends of the blues or cinematic remembrances, snapshots and field recordings? The Felice Brothers: I enjoy a lot the misunderstanding, the mislead, the de-learning for a more-of-a-life-here & now. In fact this album is a movie where you’ll smell trees, hear sounds afar, scratch old ideas on your chin, dive and lose: find. Anti-Folks and Pro-Locals. A particular experience, believe me.