Last Smoke Before the Snowstorm is just one of those records that makes you feel better almost immediately after pressing play. The soft, fingerpicked patterns on the acoustic guitar accompanying a dreamy male voice; it’s the classic combination for any typical singer-songwriter. Something sets Benjamin Francis Leftwich apart from the crowd, though. Maybe it’s the chorus effects on his voice, or the string arrangements overlaid on top of the guitar chords, or maybe it’s the artistically autobiographical nature of the lyrics. I think the main point is that this album has a clear sense of authenticity to it. Each song is a complete transference of Leftwich’s ideals and creative vision. It’s remarkably intimate as well, and makes it easy to feel as if you are an audience of one, listening to a private music session.
For years, I could never bring myself to give much attention to the typical singer-songwriter. After all, what do they really do other than pluck a few chords on the guitar and write songs about love? I’ve had a recent change in perspective, though. While it may not be the most complex or musically innovative sound, it’s rich in emotional content. What is music, if not the purest form of expressing oneself? The act of taking the tangled mass of thoughts in your head, deciphering them, and channeling them through your own personal form of artistic expression…it’s an amazing thing. If you’ve ever tried to write a song in the past, then you know how deceptively challenging it is.