Once there was a boy from the Rocky Mountains right near the great divide. The mountains would speak and he would write and this was how it was to be.
The boy grew to be a man and had to leave the mountains for the prairies. There he found others. People would ask, what music do you play?
Songs that change like the weather in the mountains or flow free like聽waves on wheat fields in the wind, something to connect with, an experience to be shared.
