This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Sad songs say so much for so many — but for Freedy Johnson, they seem to say it all.
His melancholy fifth album finds the folk-pop troubadour in moods that perfectly match the title’s colours as he ruminates on loneliness, heartbreak and isolation. With a gently strummed guitar, a quietly reined-in studio band and a high, clear voice that rings and echoes like a doorbell in an empty house, Johnson introduces us to sailors lured by the rapture of the deep, lovers who leave their exes’ belongings untouched, children who cling to pictures of lost parents and lovers who can’t even connect in their dreams. Sure they’re losers — but they’re beautiful losers.
