Seasonal Hire has arrived
Fellow travelers Steve Gunn and the Black Twig Pickers took turns throwing matches at a pile of kerosene-soaked banjo heads and the resulting inferno is "Seasonal Hire," just out from Thrill Jockey. This is music caught just as it reached the ignition point, a record of song unspooling into sound and back again, of journeys taken or still being mapped, of memories and wishes all tangled together to glint and reflect as they snare. We have LP and CD copies.
Banjo-er on the road
Everyone's been too busy up to this point to get these shows posted, but Nathan's out on a cross-the-USA trek with Elisa Ambrogio, playing solo banjo sets and sitting in with Elisa for parts of her set. You'll want to catch the sounds if you can --
Best wishes for the holidays, on to the new year --
And up until midnight on Dec. 31 we're continuing our 20-times-around-old-Sol sale: Get more than one cd or lp and take $5 off your order's total price; and if your order includes either the Charlambides' remarkable "Rose/Thorn" or the Charlie Parr & Black Twig Pickers "Glory in the Meeting House," take $5 off. So if you order both Rose/Thorn and Glory, you'd pay $30 instead of $40. Our automated order system will send you an email with the non-discounted amount -- go ahead and subtract your sale discount and Paypal us at email@example.com. If you send the wrong amount, we'll let you know.
Overseas friends get the discount too, but we still need to work out your postage, like always.
Thanks for sticking with us.
Nansemond in stock! (Ed. note Dec. 22: and very quickly, back out of stock)
We've got a very few LP and CD copies of Nathan Bowles' new "Nansemond" in stock. Named for the swampy Southeast Virginia locale where Nathan grew up, Nansemond is a head-first dive into murky water, followed by a sliding run down muddy trails -- smooth and jaunty clawhammer banjo, subliminal piano, wiry guitar runs from Tom Carter and Joseph Dejarnette, rampaging fiddle from Steve Kruger, a couple vocal exclamations amid shape-shifting instrumentals: This is the sound of kaleidoscoping memory colliding with the exhilaration of now, a messy tangle wrestled down and squeezed into microscopic grooves for your listening transfixiation. (Ed. note, Dec. 22: Well, those certainly disappeared quickly)