
A collection of music that arose organically as a vocalist that was using the muso’s music to put her kids to bed for years ran into a chance meeting with the composer who has been recovering from a bad traffic accident and using his music to heal himself. A different flight of fancy from what you might expect from healing music, the synth and voice are there, expertly intertwined, but the special sauce ladled out freely makes all the difference since this is coming from a personal place from both main participants. If the typical suburban mom doesn’t have this in the car after yoga class, then she’s just doomed to be a hopeless multitasker accomplishing nothing on her way to nowhere.