"So long living in between a tiny screen and slightly larger screen, the loneliest way to stay alone."

When John K. Samson tells us in the title song “Winter Wheat” “We know this world is good enough, because it has to be, allow the hope that we will meet, again out in the winter wheat,” he is hand written in a field. His pace is set in the eyes of everyone that has glanced a landscape after arriving somewhere quiet, be it to a thought or a place, and there is a great level of endearing comfort there.

When he is chasing the beat of another song, Postdoc blues, he sings “Don't despair, you'll...