Torn out from a notebook from a Japanese bookstore
What perfect points and angles, what a plangent metaphor
It will fly, it will fall
It’ll brush the sky, it’ll hit the wall
And the note that it carried across the dark land
Between then and now, from around the bend
It says, “greetings, friend”
It says that all the record stores will close
It says, the ones you think of now, well, they will not be those
That you will write, that you will call
You’ll brush the sky and you’ll hit the wall
And it says, Michigan is covered with trees
Cherry orchards, blossoms and bees
And craft breweries
Look up from the letter with a grin
You’ve no way to decode or discern the things therein
Only time will tell
Like a sorcerer’s spell
That takes a whole lifetime to cast
From the forests of the past
Yes, it says the lakeshore is piled with dunes
White under peninsular moons
You’ll see them soon
The instrumental ensemble Dt/IG straddles the line between folk and classical, stirring acoustics augmented by sumptuous arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 29, 2023