Lodged between a heartbreak and a smoke break, Kathy Heidemans Move With Love wandered off I-5 somewhere just south of Hungry Valley State Vehicular Recreation Area and broke down. At its dusty roadside, cheap truck-stop java flows over plaintive coffeehouse tunes concerning Bob and Need. Her session hands lanky, echo-laden guitar mightve twanged a bit strong for the typical sandal-shoed hitchhiker, whod have fell harder for Dylanesque grandeur on The Earth Wont Hold Me. More Bakersfield than Laurel Canyon, and set to walking in 1976 by the one-off Dia imprint in a plain-Jane, black-on-white sleeve, Heidemans lone LP suffered the geographical misfortune of having ripened in the pre-silicon orchards of San Jose, California, far from more marketable realmsEmmylous backyard, say, or Joni Mitchells summery lawn. Heideman herself faded out thereafter, packing her shaken, singular voice into a rustic suitcase, moseying on, and leaping into the moving sun.