It is seldom that a song can also be a poem. This is such a song. Impeccably produced with nuggets of harmonium to lap steel and a wide acoustic backbone, this song is titled just as it listens which is as a single entry into the journal of someone's life.

It's like one of those movies that takes place entirely in someone's house, or over the course of a single afternoon; it stands alone as a self-reference that oddly mirrors the universal experience in some unexpected way. We have nothing to wonder about, really; we know the story now. We have been told. Using the same tools we all have - an acoustic guitar, a backing band, a piano - Max García Conover builds a riveting narrative with his deep baritone and plain wordsmithery.