Caleb Christopher Edwards blends a mischievous mandolin, a plywood guitar, his signature tenor, and thoughtful poetry into a bitter brew of what can only be described as “Appalachian Mysticism”. Listeners and readers can drink in warm lyrics of wonder, hope, and doubt while Edwards, himself more brewed than brewer, is the Gospel wrapped in corduroy with halo-like smoke rings floating from his pipe. Audiences are invited to drink their fill of the imagination and community that presents itself in Edwards’ art: a truly refreshing cup of American folk music.