Kevin Krauter

This man plucks strings that sear the linings of my soul with rose water and echinacea. I'm a puddle; an absolute mess. "Take me there," Kevin says -- I will take you there, Kevin. I promise. As I slip into emotional exhaustion around the 2:30 mark, I wonder, dazed, if I'll ever be as remarkable as Kevin's guitar is in this song. Which would leave me depressed if it weren't for the soft hum of Kevin's trumpet. Ok, so that review got really weird. Thanks for the good times Kev, I've met someone new.