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In the Heart of Nature: Tommy Crawford's "Mountain Song" Soars In the whispering canopy of an ancient, emerald forest, Tommy Crawford’s “Mountain Song” blooms—a wildflower symphony rooted in earthy folk traditions yet dazzling with iridescent modernity. Here is music spun from the sunlit threads of nature herself, each chord a resplendent tapestry woven by trembling fingers and the fleeting kisses of chickadees' wings captured songfully amidst Vermont's velvet green. https://open.spotify.com/album/6mkMklxANaIBq4dec41n1f?si=kItN1Vs7SiSXh-V0bb2BJg Crawford treads a sacred path; where his voice rises—a woody timbre seasoned by miles—it carves soulful echoes into stone hearts. The strings quiver as if plucked by twilight itself, while guest minstrels Breitbach and Kogan cradle melodies till they weep golden droplets of familial love and communal embrace. [caption id="attachment_55185" align="alignnone" width="2000"] In the Heart of Nature: Tommy Crawford's "Mountain Song" Soars[/caption] But to paint this as mere pastoral idyll would be to deny its serrated edge: "Mountain Song" does not merely ascend but claws skyward through tangled thicket and shadow—bearing raw scars scribed with societal wanderlust wrapped tightly in a lullaby's promise—with every step towards that cloudy summit steeped intrepidly in fatherhood’s fragile potency. Mixed exquisitely within The Station Studio's hallowed walls by Appleton's deft alchemy—the evergreen breaths entwine themselves around themes monumental yet whispered like confessions between old friends beneath stars. As "Good Night New York" looms on Crawford’s horizon, let us revel momentarily within this audial glen—an intimate ballad encircled grandiosely—where each note hums with life palpable enough to stir hibernating dreams beneath winter soil. https://youtu.be/LWWjmu7vHqE “Mountain Song,” ephemeral as dandelion wishes upon which it rides triumphantly into our auditory firmament then dissipates like mist—it renders unto those willing their very essence back transformed: enkindled spirits swathed in verdant hopefulness—forever bound to partake in this eternal dance led ably by maestro Crawford at Mother Nature’s rustic gala. Follow Tommy Crawford on Website and Instagram.

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There will be a sacrifice, followed by demonstrations honouring Oddny, goddess of blood and her lover Rjollo, god of bone. Disgust makes goosebumps prickle at his arms; he forces his spine straight as he stares out over the crowds. He dares a glance to the raised dais where his father sits, golden crown at his head and a swathe of fur about his shoulders. Dressed in all black, he is a fearsome sight; the kohl lining his eyes shines darker than his many tattoos. In the throne beside him rests a collection of autumn-red leaves, golden bones, and the antlers of a stag. They were once parts of the queen’s crown. They’re all that’s left of her.