Owen Denvir pulls together stylistic elements from the last few decades and reassembles them beneath an endearing and impossibly smooth lead vocal.

Its a savory mix of effortless songbird vocals, some deep production design, and the effervescence of a poets heart served over jazz chords.

Its a dance track with a dark veil over it; a cauldron of synth bass bubbles nearby.

Its a very powerful and opaque track that stands on its own: on the surface as a testament to weird, and deeper in as an unfettered brain manifesto that was polished to a bright shine.

Americana at its best: Its got all the elements - the tasty B3 nuggets, the heavy quarter notes on the bass, the lap steel, and the acoustic guitar.

The production flourishes only add to the stop-and-go mystery, and the Hozier-like soul voice is entrancing.

Its a slow swing, a toe-tapper, and a bit of nostalgia. I love the arrangement, the use of banjo, and the very effective use of space.

I found this poem from last summer, I was in LA and I decided to walk from Downtown all the way to our hotel in Studio City, just like how I used to walk to Montmartre from the Champs-Élyseés at night when I was a kid. I wrote this along the way by talking to my phone.