Maybe it's about finding solace... maybe the contrast becomes more noticeable.
Last on this year's list, Tamaryn. Arrived with the red, yellow, brown maple leaves. There are two of them, him, the multi-instrumentalist producer Rex John Shelverton and her, Tamaryn, the singer.
I don't know why... but lately "two" seems like the perfect number to me. She sings, whispers, sighs. And she's gorgeous.
He does everything else. The dirty work. Probably tucked away in his little room, with various gadgets.
Let's be clear right from the start: shoegaze. To the nth degree. Dry, not overly indulgent. So Bloody (no Mary relationship). She comes from New Zealand, he's from San Francisco. The album is produced by Mexican Summer.
At this point, can't you also smell the scent of sand and desert? Sun and wind?
So much space in this album, so much room to breathe, ahhh I needed it. That touch of dark-psychedelia, simple, spontaneous, immediate. The guy is a big deal, no doubt about it.
And she is sweet and fluid like syrup. Maple.
A sense of loss and déjà vu, of course! Yet still here, always there to grasp.
Even if it's such a year, lots of music.
And that feeling of… who knows what tomorrow.
Meanwhile today, right now, how about a cup of Tamaryn tea?
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