Swelter

A vintage-warm acoustic album for cooling off in the garden on a summer night - mellow fingerpicked guitar, soft piano, tender young vocals, a whisper of vinyl crackle, and five breezy porch-pop tunes woven in, following one cool evening hour from the end of a sweltering day all the way to sleep in seventeen songs.

The story begins as the heat of the day finally breaks in "Swelter." She carries a chair and blanket out to the yard in "Stoop," bites into a chilled slice of watermelon in "Melon," opens every window for the breeze in "Draft," and watches the sky turn lavender in "Twilight." A spoonful of lemon sherbet sparkles in "Sherbet," the porch wind chime rings in "Windbell," and she joins the night chorus of crickets in "Katydid." The rocking chair keeps a tiny waltz in "Creak," fireflies blink low in the garden in "Flicker," and milk and cookies begin the bedtime ritual in "Nightcap." The heart of the hour arrives as she offers a small prayer to the evening star in "Vesper." She listens to the murmur of the night garden in "Hum," cools her face and arms with basin water in "Basin," catches a hint of mint by the pillow in "Mint," slips between cool sheets by the window in "Coverlet," and drifts off to the night breeze's lullaby in "Goodnight" - the hour closes soft and starlit.

Each track carries just a drop of quiet grace, making this the perfect soundtrack for summer evenings, winding down before bed, and slow, starry nights.