The Daily Choice: Night Hikes – Dream Canyon
It took me a moment to like Night Hikes. I was standing in a comic book store in Berkeley, surrounded by older, cooler, comic book nerds drinking wine and eating free crackers and amongst the floor-to-ceiling walls of books, Night Hikes, small and confident stood there strumming away. His voice was high, nasal even, and at first it felt like a college open mic, but perhaps this is just the beauty of Night Hikes. The music, a man and a guitar, feels so familiar that it rests on your shoulders like an over-worn sweater you’ve dug out of the bottom of a drawer, but as you sit near it for a moment, let the smell, the sound, the feel of the music wash over you, the subtle differences, the gentle curveballs Night Hikes is throwing, become crystal clear.