d.b. rouse of austin, texas is a veteran troubadour (he even wrote a book about traveling around playing on sidewalks, called 'busker'). on his latest album 'd.b. rouse's flophouse in the sky', he seems to be making a metaphor about finally coming to rest.
the tunes within are wry, harmony laden americana, flavors of classic country with moments of old-time jug band and ragtime flair that would not be out of place if you heard it in passing coming out of a boxcar door.
name your price for the album right here.