Like the River Loves the Sea

Like the River Loves the SeaBreath warm from singing rises into the frozen air. Atomized. A million bright blue crystals the fractal branching of the lungs drift back to earth. Radiant, refracting. Clear notes melt like perfect soft snow. Straight lines curve and curve again. Much of this album was recorded in Iceland, but Joan Shelley wrote these songs in Kentucky. Thats the dirt clinging to their roots. The wind blowing through Osage orange and pine trees is the joy and ache

If you slept on that album

which made year end lists at The New Yorker

the NYC-based supergroup quartet of Zoh Amba

He sampled it

About mid-way through the second album Elkington had a liberating thought: he was making his own version of library music "if you’re writing library music

a painting she made while still in the hospital

Extensive touring across North America and Europe

magma into new land

the egoless frontman and master of his instrument

The New York Times said "her music is folky and pastoral

and Forsyth's music has been sparring with some large forces from the beginning

The Purple Bird is simultaneously like and unlike other BPB records