Andrew Calhoun's 7th album, Where Blue Meets Blue, offers 17 original songs plus covers of John Prine's “Hello In There” and Kate MacLeod's “Wild Birds.” Calhoun has forged a poetic songwriting style informed by American and Celtic folk traditions and folk-baroque guitar skills.
Compositional ideas include guitar breaks which move song melodies into the dorian, phrygian, locrian and mixolydian modes. Guest musicians include Andrew Bird and Gerry O'Neill (fiddle), David Chickering (cello), Kat Eggleston (vocals) and Kate MacLeod (fiddle and vocals).

1. The King
2. Buffalo
3. Roads in Disrepair
4. Peach Song
5. Portrait of a Girl and Her Parents
6. Where Blue Meets Blue
7. Vancouver
8. River Song
9. Cows on the Highway
10. Wild Birds (Kate MacLeod)
11. Baby-O
12. Garage
13. Hello in There
14. The Golden Gate Bridge
15. Politics
16. Reflections
17. Sea of Snow
18. Flowers on the Weekend
19. You Will Know God

"Buffalo" is about family, extending back and forth through time. It also conveys the notion that life is basically a disaster, and is meant to be. It is amazing to consider how many pairs of people each of us come from. The song means to offer an antidote to that feeling that one's efforts don't amount to anything. -Andrew

BUFFALO

Mama was a wizard
Her howls shouted down by snow
She bore me walking naked through a blizzard
And hitch-hiked home on a buffalo
Daddy was a gunman
Shot the armadillo in the neck
Took my brother and sister with him
Into the shadow of a valley of a car-wreck
Have no shame
Teardrops wash away in rain
Keep your silence like the snow
Falling on a buffalo

Grandad carved a hill in wood
In the shadow of the mountain
Stayed out longer than he should
With a quill and ink to sketch the morning
Grandma made a casserole
Of rice and corn and bits of bacon
Shook our sheets out in the morning
That blew the way her heart was taken
Have no shame
Teardrops wash away in rain
Keep your silence like the snow
Falling on a buffalo

Broken down upon my path
I surrender, I surrender
I never saw the grass grow tall
Enough to hide my worn suspenders
I'll be naked in the morning
I'll be crying out for you
From the sunlit side of lookout mountain
Nipping through the shadows too
And I'll walk like mother on my path
Seek my sister from the clay
Come to call my father brother
Show my son the same old way
Oh Grandfather, hear me howling
From a hill you carved in tree
Here's your purpose, long forgotten
Where your name's a memory
Here's my shadow on the mountain
Full of Grandma's recipe
Rice and corn and bits of bacon
Hungry hearts, come sup with me
Have no shame
Teardrops wash away in rain
Keep your silence like the snow
Falling on a buffalo