Let's go out walking, young nephew,
And maybe we'll see where the railroad tracks go
Seek those winds you collect, seek those caves you suspect down below
Let's go walk in the garden with paths forking out
Where the flowers are purple and tall
Let's jump over ditches where we fear the bridges might fall
Stand up steep like a sentence, steep like a stain,
Like a letter that you’ll write on a train
Like a man in a story Jim Harrison wrote,
Like a cipher descending in time,
His light might corrode on the bench
And explode from the mine
And the band begins to play
And all of her memories wash away
'cause she's one of us now and there's no going back
Once she's learned how to stand up and swear
She can pluralize "person," her ideas rehearse in the air
But like a record still spinning, a story still told
Will rise from the ocean's gray pall
Like painted black rings, like a temple with wings on the wall
And in its pale light we too might begin
To be the ones that we've always been
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