Albino deer have crept from thick blankets of bayou fog, dusty country roads bear witness to crawling men resembling tattered garbage bags, Civil War remnants pick fragile banjos for the dancing campfire dead… This I have seen yet not one of these glorious sights equals the power of Songs: Ohia… Another offering shall calm the howl from an angry cold winters’ night. To a shattered slab of stone on the unforgiving coast of Canada. Thanks.