If you read my last post, you’ll know my year derailed mid-February and I was counting on my recent trip to LA to breathe some much needed life back into me. Though the trip was a glorious escape, it was merely a respite. The despair settled back in when I returned home. I knew the fog was finally beginning to lift when music started to appeal to me again. While I’ve certainly been medicating with my favorites, I haven’t been able to listen to anything new. In part because I had the most insane double ear infection, my actual ability to listen was severely limited. However, the bigger concern was this: I listen with my heart every bit as much as my ears and my heart was incapable of processing beauty. It simply hurt too much.
This past week, really just the past five days, I have been showered with an incredible amount of audible beauty. I wasn’t even looking for it. I haven’t been checking my YouTube subscriptions, I haven’t been exploring on Spotify, and I rarely ever surf other music blogs. And yet the universe gently guided me down the necessary paths that would awaken my senses. I have been basking in this awakening and counting my blessings.
My friend, Helen, whom I’ve mentioned before HERE, recently shared Norwegian duo, Alfred Hall, with me. I am forever in her debt. I think it was their album that got the blood pulsing back through my veins and returned the color to my cheeks. As if that wasn’t enough to have me shouting my gratitude from the roof-tops, it would appear that my introduction to Alfred Hall has also reactivated my musical-magnetic-receptor (or whatever you want to call it); all week I’ve been relentlessly pursued by an abundance of musical goodness. [In other words — YES, I have much more to share with you!] It feels sooo good to be back, to want to listen, to want to write, to want to SHARE.
While my musical tastes frequently lean towards a man and his guitar, a folk-song storyteller, my library is rapidly filling with up with what I’m calling dreamscape pop: melodies that come to life with ethereal harmonies, gentle guitar strums, exhilarating synths and infectious percussive beats. It’s dreamy, but not sleepy. It’s rejuvenating. Alfred Hall’s music is all of this and more. Many of their songs are delicately draped in nostalgia; their lyrics are both playful and thought-provoking.
Residing in the United States, I’m limited to listening to this album on YouTube. It’s not the first time I’ve resorted to YouTube playlists to satiate my needs, but the moment ‘Wilderness’, Alfred Hall’s debut album, becomes available via US iTunes or otherwise, I’ll return to this post and update all the information. I’d rather not stream my music, I want to buy it. I want to support the art-form I love so much.
I can’t pick a favorite, I really can’t. Here are two I know you’ll love.
Wild At Heart
This post is dedicated to my cousin, Marquelle, and to all who loved her.
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” ― A.A. Milne