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Songs now originate in factory-like conditions with a glossy coating shaped by a countless number of “pros”.  The writers upon engineers upon co-writers upon writers upon stylists pass these song-objects down a huge manufacturing line and then watch the dollar signs flash.  The song (that you’ve heard before) enters the public consciousness, launches a career or two, and then vanishes into oblivion.  

The throw-away culture strikes again.  

There are other songs, though, that come from those who craft.  These songs are plucked from the air, like lightning bugs destined for an old Mason jar.  These songs are polished like ancient stones in the Flat River.  These songs come wrapped in brown paper with an old twine ribbon.  Songs like these come from the soul and etch themselves into your being.  These songs wander around with you like a lost cloud on a lost day.  

Welcome to the Head-in-the-Clouds Folk music of Josh Rose.

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