“This song was written by candle light, by the dying embers of the fire. The fire ring stones laid by unknown hands long ago, had sunk into the hard mountain earth… Aside from the scratching of my pen on paper the only sounds were the songs of the night insects and peepers, and the cry of a lonely screech owl. I sat on my blanket on an isolated, roadless, Appalachian bald… The Full Moon my only companion. The energy was palpable. I could feel it… It was like the power of a mountain river surrounding me… The Magic was in me and all around me… Connecting me to everything. I wrote this song to try to describe that feeling..." Louis Garou For over forty years Louis Garou, has travelled the South, working, playing, and writing.... Always observing... And always returning to the shadows of his beloved Appalachia... With his old guitar he performs the Dark Americana that his music has evolved into... songs about love, revenge, depression.... About people haunted and alone... And people best left alone.... And beings who are not quite... People. Listen to this music as intended... Turn down the lights... Maybe light a candle, and turn up the volume...