A finely strummed acoustic guitar thrums through the room, now realize it, presently performed before you by one man. Then the soar of a searing vocal starts; and what a vocal. A leonine roar slashed through with all the scars of a blues singer while sweetened with the melodic sensibility of only our best pop crooners. But it doesn’t matter now. No one can hear it. They’ve checked out. They’re all body and soul, dancing there in the arms of whatever partner they’re lucky enough to share this experience with. This moment of such beauty and sensuality you can touch it, smell it, breathe it. And this moment is the music of Robert Webster. To listen to Webster is to hear originals that, in their timelessness, strike you as strangely familiar, and covers that, in the originality of their arrangement, seemingly caress your ear for the first time...Again.
~ Peace Through Music ~