Title: It melts in your hand
Product review: William Ackerman's first three albums (I can't speak for any others) are so bland, so mild, so inoffensive that you could play them to your aged grandmother without any problems, except that she might ask you to turn them up; on a couple of the faster items you might notice her tapping her toe, faintly. But I'll bet that after listening some time your grandmother's going say, "Well, it's very pretty and all, but aincha got Blind Joe Death by John Fahey? When I hear the American acoustical guitar, I like it to go someplace, not just lie in a corner and curl up!" Ackerman's tunes drift pleasantly down, like snow, and melt as soon as they touch the ground, leaving not a trace behind, except the faint impression of wasted time.
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