I have a reoccurring dream, of waking up lying on some leaves, twigs, and roots, next to a small glassy pond, and hearing music somewhere off in the woods. I spend a while just lying there looking at the pond and listening, listening to the sound of the water dripping and lapping too. I usually find the players after a while in a clearing –a circle of people, playing instruments I can’t recognize and singing, and we’re somewhere in a northern forest. It feels like Finland to me. They look very old, with tanned faces. It’s the most satisfying dream in the world, especially when I find them and the music gets louder.
The music doesn’t sound foreign at all to me – like it’s been lodged in there a long time. It’s bizarre how we can tell a whole other story, speak a language that’s both cerebral and emotional, through pure tones. Humans have this parallel universe of sound that transcends language.
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Soundtrack Of Your Life
A gossamer touch makes Vesper Wood’s organic and atmospheric sound all the more arresting. With just keys, strings and her voice at the forefront, there’s a vulnerability and fragility that echoes through these recordings with such conviction that they could never be considered a weakness. The simplicity of her approach blossoms with the opulence of feeling that you travel throughout the album