My seventeenth cd.
I hate Christmas. But I know some people really enjoy it so I try to keep away from all the doings, and not blow everyone's big buzz. Unfortunately, when it comes to family, they tend to not let me do that. They want me to participate. And I really don't want to. I'd rather be left alone. Some years I'm left alone on Christmas, and I'm happy as a little Christmas clam. But other years, I'm guilted into going to some family deal.
While I'm there, I can't pretend I'm enjoying myself. I usually act like a bit of a dick, drink too much, and hate everything.
One year, I gathered up some aluminum foil off of the floor of the living room and began to make a small cube. I pressed the foil as tight as I could. I added more foil, and more foil. The cube got bigger and bigger. I pressed and pushed, letting my dislike of all things Christmasy be mashed into the cube.
It became a fine cube because it was born of hate and rage.
This long-form ambient piece represents the welling storm that was going through my mind as I forged my angry cube.
Like me at the holidays, the music doesn't explode, it just simmers.
The Oakland singer's latest album imagines the power struggle between man and nature as a slow, steady tempest of dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2019