Straight Music reviews Orchard!

Exactly a year to the release date ORCHARD gets some hometown love.

“as warm and achingly intimate as the best work of Gillian Welch and David Rawlings.”
John Lucas, The Georgia Straight

Jess Hill is clearly in no rush. She released her second album, Orchard, five years after her debut, Road. Her songs are equally unhurried affairs. They unfold slowly, deliberately, with Hill’s strong but vulnerable voice crystal-clear. On a couple of tracks—“Stagger” and “Orchard”—Hill kicks things up to mid-tempo, but she tends to favour slow, sad songs.

And sad they are: Hill often uses natural imagery (of birds and flowers, mostly) as metaphors for human relationships. That may be an obvious device, but she does it well, crafting lyrics that are evocative, if not exactly uplifting. “Clouds full of secrets dropping hints through the air/Loosening the sky’s tight grip on despair,” she sings on “Precariously”.

With the Hive’s Jesse Gander * in the producer’s chair, and boasting an all-star supporting cast (including former Black Rice drummer Juli Steemson and cellist Cris Derksen), the album’s sound matches its subject matter. Based largely around acoustic instruments, including Hill’s own guitar, the songs feel back-porch rustic and natural. A few numbers, such as the string-accompanied “In the Evening”, stretch out into orchestral-folk territory, but the sparer cuts are as warm and achingly intimate as the best work of Gillian Welch and David Rawlings.

*edited by me to chime in and remind the world that the record was masterminded and arranged by the incomparable Aaron Joyce who wore the badge of Producer for every song on the record. Jesse Gander engineered, mixed, and co-produced.
Post Toronto stories to come…soon. But first I gotta move!

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Toronto, pronto!

Eaves dropping on the conversations of my fellow air travelers at the gate. The power is out and each of their faces is in silhouette. There are grumbles between them over the lack of coffee available at the Starbucks kiosk due to the power outage. A rare few of them huffing and puffing at the staff in green aprons. Caffeine is all powerful.

I will touch down in Tdot in time for dinner! I hear it’s warm and sunny there and I do take pleasure leaving Vancouver, where they’re calling for snow knowing I’ll have few days of massive musicality and vitamin D.
That being said I will miss my sweet East Vanistan and every crow and cherry blossom budding there. I’ll see if I can bring home some heat in my pockets.

Tomorrow I’ll be singing at The Toronto Institute For The Enjoyment Of Music at 3pm and The Free Times Cafe at 9pm.

Hope to see you there!

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Ladies night

To the Maidens, the Mothers, the Warriors, the Witches, the Crones and all the graces in between, Thank you for the wisdom and the wonder. Today we celebrate! Happy International Women’s Day!

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Of moths and moons…

Over the last month Amanda Bullick of Brutally Beautiful and I have been dreaming up an image that shines new light on my song “Open Letter To My Heart”.  In the post below you will get a look behind the scenes of the shoot and a sneak peek at the postcard I will have at Canadian Music Week with me next month.

 

After many hours of  masking tape, papiermache (the brunt of which Amanda gracefully took on as the paste was making my already flaring ezcema quite itchy) , low temperature ovens, paint and petty garden robbery we completed the moths.


We gathered a team of talented people for the usual photo shoot tasks and headed to the Brutally Beautiful headquarters

With one red ladder, a make up artist and a hair stylist added to our team we were unstoppable!


Chris, Jessie and Amanda

With the back drop hung we set to work on the lighting, the moths and the light bulbs!

 

 

We moved the ladder many times….Amanda is quite strong. Tiny but tough!

 

 


Hair by my talented Mama!

Jessie Broster getting set to paint my face.

What a difference hair and make-up make… 😉

 

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Moth like heart.

In the morning, we flee to Mothlandia.
Where we’ll peek through the wings of strangers hearts and in the name of magic and we’ll sing!

Follow us.
Ask the little bird for directions.
Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! 

 

There ain’t no sky down here….

Mama was a little lamb
Papa was a little bird
Every story that you told
Every rumour that you heard
Was true, as the dirt in the ground

Had a little place they hid
Had a little place they’d go
Let the seasons pass them there
Made that place their home
How a secret will grow

They grew a love so true
Grew a love so deep
Had a little dream
Of starting a family
But knew no way to plant the seed

Soon the day did come
A stranger did arrive
Said he knew their troubles
He could help them to make life
But that there would be a price

Stranger tipped his hat
Revealed a brow adorned with horns
Reached out a cloven hoof
Said, “Baby, your first born
Could be the wife of a king”

Now I’ve come of age
The days end with the dawn
He’s gonna take my hand
Lead me where the lights are never on
Where the sun will cease to shine

Go ahead and clip my wings
There ain’t no sky down here
I don’t have the heart to sing
There aint no sky down here

Mama was a little lamb
Papa was a little bird
Every story that you told
Every rumour that you heard
Was true as the dirt in the ground

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preparation princess

Oh, Vancouver you are just brimming with life!
The pink lips of flowers just barely peeking out of soil and branch to kiss the rain.

Spring…growing light.

The shadows softening….our gaze gossamer, dreamy and romantic.

Befitting the pacts we’ve made with our hearts.

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In the spirit of the season I am growing too.
...when she was bad she was horrid.
Bangs are longer…encouraging my curls to reach for my shoulders with the waning and waxing of the moon.
Studying seeds…dreaming of the life they keep inside their tiny pockets.
Appreciating the sounds of all the elements and the distances they travel…growing my gratitude for melody.

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there’s a princess in the future…a castle to inhabit
beautiful things are about to take shape
steady your gaze…don’t turn away
this is the place.

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dreaming

posts and beams
wood and steam
iron claws
roof and walls
softening soil for the seeds
melting pennies
burning leaves
bramble tangle
morning glory
a snip a slice a cut a chop
what it was it now is not
what we do we only guess
what we want we can’t address
what we have, forgotten love
wet from crying clouds above

 

 

 

wooden swan songs

This is amazing…from the core of the heart and echoing for all time.

“YEARS, (2011). A record player that plays slices of wood, translating year ring data into incredible piano music
by reading the “grooves” with a PlayStation Eye Camera and processing its output through Ableton”. By Bartholomäus Traubeck.

YEARS from Bartholomäus Traubeck on Vimeo.

…a nod to my friend with the fox tongue for posting this. ❤

…and this…
THE FORGOTTEN CIRCUS