Summary: " We are the elders of our minds, " sings Sean Rowe on "Gas Station Rose," the track that ushers in his fourth album, New Lore , with plaintive plucks of guitar and steady drips of piano that fall in like rain. It's a sparse and beautiful moment, anchored by Rowe's unparalleled voice - so full of gravely soul, aged and edged by years on the road, as a father and husband, as a creative force always looking for the next rhyme. And, so integral to the man that he is, one that is constantly
