"Turn around, look around, there's no one around...and Charlie Chaplin broke my heart." Miwa's been called magical before. That's fine by her because she always felt that this world could use a little more magic and a good sense of humor. She must channel the moon and butterflies when she strums her guitar, and her voice is a bit like getting caught in bubbles of champagne, if you like that sort of thing. It's like wind sometimes resembles a soft spring breeze and sometimes that howling echo running through the bayou. It's like a home cooked meal, simple with all the goodness. And if you have been looking for home...well she can take you there however brief it may be.