Fletcher Tucker has been enmeshed with the landscape of Big Sur for most of his life, first as a visitor in his youth, and, for the last 15 or so years as an inhabitant of the land. But his sense of deep-seeded wonder for the place remains undiminished, and it's glowingly evident on his latest recording, Kin, featuring seven songs that expand and contract with animistic intent . . .
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