Let these songs begin, close your eyes and let them begin, ask them to walk and they will dance in whispers through wheat fields, calling out fireflies, softly. Once my eyes are closed her music sounds blinding beautiful down a very long hallway of bright light. Every melody, every word, every strum another step closer to who knows what, but, maybe this is what insects hear when they are drawn to bright lights. This progression though, it is light footed and smooth, it is ballerinas sneaking out of heavens gates.
“A prayer for all you homesick children, each night you bathe in firelight and smoke and bourbon…” (Bangarang Demo)
“…It must seem so foolish, it must seem so naive to be so ferociously sad, but don’t think I don’t see that vacant look in your tired eyes, this foolishness is all I ever had.” (Bangarang Demo)
She plays resignation with these angelic vocals, they are jasmine and chamomile and sweet.
“If you stay, I will stay, lets take the time to lose our minds and find what remains.” (Syd and Rory Esalen Lullaby)
Maybe I need this music should I get into a terrible car wreck, or am ever overwhelmed by a waterfall after a ten mile hike. There is this endearing ache of peace that she so full heartedly plays, it is every bit, somehow, both strong and weak.
“We’re so afraid to say what pushes us away, we don’t have a chance to explain what keeps us alive, and something that keeps us alive, and it’s so scary when those ghosts come haunting, and they can’t hurt me.” (Open Seat May 2013)
I figured it out… this is something to listen to when we’re laying on our backs just before it begins to snow. That silence that moves so beautifully, that is Syd’s opening band. And I am so very fortunate to call her the opening act to my book release on February 1st at Viracocha.
If you can not make it to the show, listen to this music, if you can make it to the show listen to this music, just listen to this music.
And share it, share this write up, maybe we can get her to put it on a cd or a digital ep.