There's something a little witchy about Twain
's music. There's an ominous tone in his melodies and a certain warmth in the production that just makes it so perfect for the colder season. Twain, aka Mt. Davidson, offers up a whimsical, Buckley-ish seesaw of emotion, driven purely by his voice and a guitar.
"Every minute I spend with you is like eternity, so why should I get jealous about your boyfriend?" is the question he starts his song "The Sorcerer" with. He later sings, "sorrow became the engine of my love." He bounces back and forth, struggling with forcing happiness. Whenever he has something good, he has to reassure himself that it really, truly is good. It's not necessarily sad, but real. Drowning out the external forces that rain on your parade is hard, and it requires a lot of mental and emotional power, but it's possible. Especially when you have an eternity.
"The Sorcerer" is from Twain's sophomore album Rare Feeling,