Here we step out of worn and weary ruts into a hint and suggestion of something high and poetic. This is one woman’s coming-of-age quest for springs deep enough for her to bathe in.
This genre-bending concept album has roots in old-school radio plays, the avant-garde, art-pop, recitative, and southern folk music. It is built from my experimentally-trained voice, the voices of people I love, field recordings, beats generated from typed phrases, and one continuously shifting bass line in G.
The story? I’m sick. A Victorian travel guide directs me to a decrepit sanatorium with strange rules where I am ordered to “take the waters”. A fellow patient, a wounded explorer, reminisces about peculiar healing springs deep enough to bathe in. I take a mineral bath and the bathtub drains me onto the lake of the moon. Ladyies feast there. Deer nymphs sing. Bones are tossed. I meet the devil (?) down at the crossroads. She lets loose a pack of dogs who “know other roads not mapped by sight”. I follow as Orion rises. Do I find the springs? Yes, but I must change into something wild.
Welcome to my imagination. I grow old (so do you) and this is what I have to say about it.
This album is like a play for the stage in your mind. It is one hour long.
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