The nomadic troubadour Leif Vollebekk’s 2014 album North Americana has long punctuated my longer drives. He oscillates between quiet, weighted folk and frenetic, free-verse folk-jazz, all of which paint pictures of the rosiest golden hue. It’s no wonder that his songs feel best at sunset: They’re brooding, introspective tunes that wind down the locomotive pace of a day and ease into twilight’s more contemplative moments. Standouts like the stream-of-consciousness “At the End of the Line” and the emotionally wrung “Photographer Friend” (the latter of which includes the dark truth “Most things, they don’t last”) create a picture-perfect nostalgia best viewed from the rearview mirror.
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