Til Willis

Tin Star

A solitary, “I’m my own best friend,” kind of album, where the artist plays all the instruments and characters himself. Sometimes one must seek solitude to mull over life’s details. How are you going to say what needs to be said? How can one deal with woes that have dropped like a double-decker busload of sad elephants? Or a broke-down car in a town you’re not familiar with? It’s not a sad, or self-pitying album. It does stand very close to a still pond starring deep and long at the reflection. The title itself being a reference to old western sheriffs, and their portrayal in movies such as High Noon, as men left alone in their decisions and inner turmoil.