With Potted Flowers In Our Blood

I don't know if it's a Canadian thing or what, but when I close my eyes and listen to Basia Bulat's CD Oh My Darling, all it makes me envision is dusty roads up north, towering pine trees, clear blue lakes, and beautiful red rocks. And I mean that in the absolute best way possible.

(For those who want a more tangible review, if you like Feist, you will most probably enjoy Basia's haunting voice and poetic lyrics as well.)