It even sounds like the third floor
For some reason today I got stuck doing incredibly type-A things. Putting around the house, alphabetizing my sock drawer, and arranging my CDs by jewel case spine color. Here in the age of iTunes, I don't actually go to the CD shelf much anymore; instead it serves as a sort of personal museum recounting my listening history. And it's a strange mix, to be sure. When I got well into the blue & green section, I came across my precious old Hum CDs. Now, since my ADD is the Yin to my type-A OCD Yang, I immediately went rummaging around looking for something to quell the jonze I had going for something to listen to in a similar vein rather than finishing the task, and presto!
You've got Cezanne. The one-dude-act comprised of John Daugherity, here in NYC. Warm and fuzzy, just like you remember it, even though you ain't heard it before. Odd how it was immediately familiar on the first listen several weeks back. Fit the bill perfectly.
So now my CDs are a nice ROYGBIV on the shelf, and y'all can order the CD, Breaking Bats for Jesus direct from the label/band. Happy Prezday!