I believe that every piece of art is made for an audience. Sometimes the creator is painfully aware of the audience, sometimes the creator is oblivious to the audience. Truly introspective artists that dig beyond the surface through the comfortable, to the parts of ourselves that we only visit when we’re alone, are rare. These artists have a unique, stressful, and tenuous relationship with their audiences, because while they intend to relay an experience, a perspective, or an idea, they give pieces of themselves that are difficult to recoup. In the case of Glory, by the venerable Lost Dog Street Band, it reads as a warning at times to their audience, with the next breath a roadmap, and the next a story of redemption, change, growth.