Love,

Each time I would make the trip from TN to FL and back, I had to go through Atlanta.

This is like me saying that I was driving the edges of Tartarus, -and Atlanta situated where it is, the temperature most disagreeable, and with a car which could run purringly for hundreds of miles at a cruising speed, even goat-up mountains like nothing, -- it could not contend with hour-long bumper-to bumper traffic rolling at a pace so maddeningly slow that one could easily jog, or outrun.

It was in this circumstance that I first listened to your self-titled album all the way through.

Some of the worst of the traffic, most-maddeningly, was clear of the city-proper, and could see the northern outskirts/suburbs, but still so damn slow and aggressive -- I had to pause play at the transition from Puppet Master to Wind up Doll...  As things let up slightly, Wedding, super familiar to me from the video, made me think of your apparent disdain for the ... well, conjecture on my part, but your sweet face in showing how you had heard it all before and were just being you -- brought a smile of relief to my face.

Little King played and I was still happy until I lost focus on the music due to curse-inducing inanity by my road-fellows. 

Once through the cordon, where the road opened up again, I was just coming upon, Daisy Where Did You Go.

-- It was then that I knew my struggle was well worth the effort.

💖K