It is a song from winter’s icy breeze
It is a postcard from the wine-dark leaves
It is a message from last year’s rain
This clear night under a sweep of stars
As melodious smoke from our cigars
Curls and spirals among the aspen branches and out across the plains
It is the profit of the work that we have done
It is the promise of June’s unrelenting sun
It is the aspiration that brought us to the door
This fire that crackles at our feet
Our backs to the chill, our faces to the heat
As the dog, all curled and spiraled, starts to snore
This is what we came out here for
It was the snowpack that fed the fields and flowers
It was the sunken treasure of all my wasted hours
It was being without you so long that led me to you
Tomorrow we’ll walk the meadow for miles
Like a secret that curls and spirals
In the heart of every wildflower, through me and through you
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