Such a song speaks volumes, allowing for a pretty safe portrait of someone who really places herself into her art, and we listeners are all the better for it. Across the gritty twang of husband James Tritten’s soul gazing guitar, hazy and mysterious like a smoky after-hours bar, Shedd’s voice softly purrs its heady, earnest harmonies. Like a dreamy glow, her heart-sleeve vocals make her down-to-earth lyricism resonate with truth, palpable and genuine.

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