He rides out in the darkness
His sword by his side
He looks into his chalice
And sees the winter wide
Stretching out before him
With a quilt of untouched snow
Across the crooked forest
Is where he’s bound to go
His steed’s steps are silent
His eyes an icy gray
He needs no map or compass
He’s memorized the way
From the village chimneys smoking
To the forest’s crooked brow
Into the pathless woodland
Is where he’s riding now
He looks up from his reading
He sips a bit of wine
He glances at the window
Where the darkness is twined
In neat four-sided figures
And kept from coming in
He settles into the story
The walls are fairly thin
The instrumental ensemble Dt/IG straddles the line between folk and classical, stirring acoustics augmented by sumptuous arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 29, 2023
Gorgeous fingerstyle guitar playing from this Portland, Oregon musician that captures the spirit of American Primitive in dazzling detail. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2021