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Posted August 20, 2008
This cross-generational riff eats colors like an angel, drawing the shadows from institutionalized cages and illuminating the hard-edged bullet-holed dreams and memories our lives are built from. What emerges strides on its own power across the open spaces of America's wilderness, from our urban alleys to New Mexico's sere mesas¿a father playing the blues for his son while his son looks long into the notes leaping also from his fingers into the green neon night. --Jared Smith, author of The Graves Grow Bigger Between Generations.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.