Bill Frisell-History, Mystery

I have tried for some time now to compose a brief piece on this album. The more I listen to it, the deeper I fall under it's spell, rendering me useless in any attempt to write about it. It's not perfect, but it's such a wonderful ride that you're disappointed every time it comes to an end. Every so often, you read a book that you want to immediately start again once the last paragraph has been read. It brings to mind a story Kurt Vonnegut told of visiting his uncle when he was a young boy. It was summer and they sat under a tree in his uncle's yard and sipped lemonade. After some time passed, his uncle looked at him and said, "if this isn't nice, I don't know what is."