Josh Schroeder is a singer-songwriter whose music reminds me of two musicians whom I consider to be legends in the music industry: Elliott Smith and Jeff Buckley. This song has a bit of a dark and haunted feel, but it’s masked by Schroeder’s delicate voice that ripples and quivers like waves on a still ocean, much like Buckley’s. I hope not to put Schroeder’s life in jeopardy by comparing him to two artists whose lives ended early, both assumedly from acts of suicide. Josh, if you’re reading this, please take it as a compliment that I compare your music to that of such artistic geniuses and set aside the fact that both men died young.
This is the type of gentle indie music that I believe will never get old for me. I tend to go through phases with music, but this is timeless. It’s classic beautiful music decorated with lyrics that tell a story poetically and wispy guitar riffs that gently blow through my head like the wind in the trees. I will hold on to this song forever.
I will search endlessly
In a land of dying dreams
In hope your eyes I’ll find
Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes I’ll find
I’m in no man’s land for you
Photo Credit: Meredith Adelaide