Liner notes
After the big tour I went home, sat in the garden and wrote the quieter side of the smile. A creaking gate, a lighthouse waltz, an old love at a window with grey in her hair, and the first frost on the leaves. It's the same nylon guitar from the balcony in 2011, a little more worn and a lot more grateful. The handclap is still there, if you listen for it in the last chorus.
Max Solano