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Tuesday, February 03, 2009

caethua

"...my stepfather, Robley Wilson, is an amazing poet, and a wonderful man. i wanted him to understand how important his words are to me, but also to collaborate with him, so i rearranged/adapted one of his poems to music. but there's also this deep cavern within me that is constantly trying to figure out manhood, my own and everyone else's. and so i thought i'd try to articulate that cave with "The Pleasures of Manhood." clare hubbard en foxy digitalis

"Caethua is Clare Hubbard, traveling songstress, multi-instrumentalist, and general exceptional artist and person. On the Pleasures of Manhood Clare gives tribute to her stepfather poet Robley Conant Wilson on this elegant tape of reverb soaked folk gems. One of Night-Peoples highest fidelity and most considered releases yet, The Pleasures of Manhood, has an uplifting but somber side that allows the feeling of Clare’s excellent vocals and playing to shine through." night people

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

caethua

"I May Be Gone For A Long, Long Time is the second album by Caethua, the song-based alias of Midwest multi-instrumentalist Clare Hubbard who also records as Sports and a member of dbh. In the former, she builds collage-based hip hop; the latter is a gutter jazz improv troupe, where she mans the sax. The diverging recipe is not that unlikely for a young artist these days, and Hubbard does a nice job of keeping her differing personas distinct. Caethua, for instance, builds a majestic framework of rural poetics and darkly colored orchestration that manages to cross the aesthetics of Harry Smith and This Mortal Coil.

The mood of the 14 songs here are summed up nicely in the opening “Oily Heat and Muddy Waters.” With an acoustic folk strum as anchor, Hubbard’s strong voice blends in and out of the chimerical atmosphere and becomes another leaden layer at times. Folk notions are subdued in an almost eerie ambience that ebbs from clanging bells and distant creaks that are more incidental aura than craft. The abstract is amplified in the instrumental “Cutting Away the Ice,” in which a saxophone wails faintly as a distant foghorn..." dusted magazine

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