The magical strings of Steven R. Smith fly in a solitary desert amidst psychedelic aromas and imaginary unspoiled landscapes. Solitary lands, time is slowed down, enclosed in an hourglass where the grains of sand are solitary guitar notes, ethno-Asian drone suspensions, electric flashes, dialogues between ambient sighs, violins, and rare percussion.
Grains of notes are scented with unspoiled nature, endless spaces rippled by winds that whisper forgotten folk legends of lands suspended in time.
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