It's been said that folk music is musical pictures and commentary on the world of today (whenever that may be...) and (Duh-h-h) the Folks living there. That's what this is. Real Folk Music. Tales of poverty and power. Memories of the social screwups that dragged us into this 'best of all worlds' that frustrates us so and pisses away our time on trivial sound bites and sensationalism. Trips into the psyche of innocent victims and not so innocent villains. It's presented pretty much unadorned. Multi tracked because I work alone, so just close your eyes and imagine the band in my head playing out the arrangements the way I made 'em. I've made the samples as long as Baby permits, so peruse to your heart's content. Every song has it's roots in a real tragedy, a real person, or an issue we all face...regardless of the makeup of the coccoon within which you wrap yourself. (Hey, nobody wants to be undefended. Right?) The album contains a short booklet describing the root of each song (for those of you who care). Whoever you are, wherever you are...yeah, you. Right now. Reading this. I'm glad we found each other, if only for this brief and distant moment. To you I offer this wish... Peace, KBN.