The howl of the bottleneck slide Denver coaxes from his steel guitar replicates a lovesick longing authenticated by his roving. He’s sung his songs to the wide open airs of the Yukon tundra, the Mojave desert, and the Saskatchewan plains, where he spent a season after season as a bison ranch hand. Ole Man Kidd’s music is steeped in a sepia hue and shows a dedication to reflecting the tearful truths of both personal and common history.