Dear Mr. Stewart
Apparently every 1 to 3 years, I must point you, dear readers, to the music of Alec Stewart.
And as I'm just about due again, and as I just saw him play last night with Ms. Maura Rogers (whom you should also check out, dammit), consider this me, pointing.
I swear to god, he's one of the few musicians I've heard live where I spend most of the set feeling like I'm gonna ball--his songs (particularly the slow ones) move me in inexplicable ways.
So thank you, Mr. Stewart. I wish I could keep you in my pocket to croon for me.