James finds joy in the face of the coming apocalyptic storms, but James also finds joy on the face of coming apocalyptic storms, that duality governs every universe he fabricates, through lyric and melody and mood, that fraying magical two-faced hopeful bleakness is what draws the listener in, hairs shoot up on the back of the neck, mouth gets a little dry. The light has shifted into a different spectrum outside. Better drink something, things are going to get very strange, but at least we're here together.

Skyway Man is the music you want playing on the radio, when you kiss someone for the first or last time, and then lightning strikes and the radio explodes.

Love makes people walk differently, doesn't it?

James walks on the skyway.