so you ask: who is he? what does he mean? where did he come from? what's he on?
and where the hell did he learn to play sitar like that? Hush!!! Listen!!! just let yourself be spell-bound.... Matthew songs float, hover, pick themselves up into a gentle meander, explore slipstreams and weave their way into your consciousness. Sure, they share a poignancy with Costello, a weird playfulness with Beck, a pathos with Paul Simon and even a childish something with Harry Chapin, but in the end, they ooze a wistfulness all of their own, which leave you with a sense of the surreal and everyday wonderment, and hey, just a little bit awestruck too.
