Jenell Kesler
There’s a gauziness to each song, reminding me of how the world appears when the lysergic kicks in and everything is not as real as it seems. Now please, I’ve combed all of the albums, pulling out the fourteen best songs, numbers that will never give me pause, tracks that will stand the test of time as my ceiling slips away, where comfy shoes filled with daydream-sand are the only thing tethering me to this planet.