josephine foster - i'm a dreamer (fire, 2013)
"Folks will want to call this her Harvest-with its harp and pedal steel, its double bass and cascading piano. And it's true, I'm a Dreamer beckons with a gentle hand, each note clear and crisp so that one feels each grain. Amid such delicate charms, however, lurk muses with rotting flesh, ugly ducklings and Djuna Barnes, wooden floors upon which no babies will be rocked. Wily is the heart that wanders filled with duende and desire, that rides the thigh like a parlor guitar when a strap just isn't handy. These are songs comfortably at home in salon or saloon, dreams deep enough to bury your dread--as sorrowful, as sexy, as stirring a set of songs as anybody's dreamt up in ages". fire
"Folks will want to call this her Harvest-with its harp and pedal steel, its double bass and cascading piano. And it's true, I'm a Dreamer beckons with a gentle hand, each note clear and crisp so that one feels each grain. Amid such delicate charms, however, lurk muses with rotting flesh, ugly ducklings and Djuna Barnes, wooden floors upon which no babies will be rocked. Wily is the heart that wanders filled with duende and desire, that rides the thigh like a parlor guitar when a strap just isn't handy. These are songs comfortably at home in salon or saloon, dreams deep enough to bury your dread--as sorrowful, as sexy, as stirring a set of songs as anybody's dreamt up in ages". fire
Si uno se dejase llevar por las apariencias, pudiera parecer que el
incesante remolino de mareas y corrientes que se confrontaban en la
música de josephine (psych-folk, appalachian folk, romanticismo
alemán, la poesía de Emily Dickenson, la canción popular patria -por citas algunas-) comenzaba a
contraerse. 'Blood Rushing' disipó las dudas en quien las albergara.
Desde Nashville y bajo el cobijo de The Cherry Blossoms, 'I’m a Dreamer’
hereda cierta calidez y la estructura de canción tradicional de su
anterior trabajo. A mí me vuelve a recordar porque más de diez años después aún
sigo cautivado por su música, algo que ya me resulta difícil encontrar
en las nuevas grabaciones de tantas damas de aquel nuevo folk que de
forma incesante asomaba en microphones y que rememoraba a Linda Perhacs, Karen Dalton,
Vashti Bunyan, Sibylle Baier, Shirley Collins o Kath Bloom.
Hay melodías inovidables de notas nítidas que se resquebrajan en 'i'm a dreamer' y 'sugarpie
i'm not the same', aires del viejo jazz en 'cabin in the sky' y
'please pretty' o intempestivas tonadillas como 'no one's calling your name', amuse a muse' y mi favorita 'magenta'. No sé me ocurre mejor forma de dejar
atrás un maravilloso mes de noviembre en lo musical tras la cristalina y contagiosa
ingravidez de x.r.y., komodo haunts o pulse emitter que un regreso al
hogar; donde sentarse y disfrutar plácidamente de ese folk inquieto, crespucular y melancólico que nuestra
sirena favorita trae de vuelta.
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