As I first listen to Here Comes the Cowboy, I am driving from Jackson, Wyoming, to Yellowstone National Park via Grand Teton National Park. It’s 5:30 a.m., and this album just makes sense. With a title like Here Comes the Cowboy, it’s hard to deny it’s Western influences. The West is a lonely place; it’s harsh, desolate and crushingly beautiful. Each song, with titles like “Finally Alone” and “Skyless Moon,” expresses the inner thoughts of someone who is utterly alone, like a cowboy roaming an open plain.