Work of autumn: music
The angle of light has been turning toward autumn where I am in recent days. The shadows in evening are long, the rim of light around the leaves and the people walking down the road has a golden cast, and every so often there’s a cool edge to the breeze. Mist hangs longer over the lake as the natural world gathers in for harvest time.
Autumn is traditionally a time of harvest. It also marks a time of change, from the flourishing of summer to bringing that growth in and sorting it to savor. It’s a time of building bridges, too, between the open spaces of summer and the quiet, interior reflection which winter often brings. A lovely season, with many changes within itself, from these first bright days through rain and wind and gorgeous turning leaves to grey days and the peace and questions found along the paths of autumn. Here are three fine musical companions for these journeys:
The Return Journey is the latest solo album from guitarist and composer Bill Cooley. His Irish music loving side comes to the front on Gang Forward, and Morning Poem is a reflective solo guitar piece perfect for these autumn days. The whole album is, actually. The music contains references to folk, jazz, country, and bluegrass.
Claire Lynch just keeps on getting better and better. Through the music on her latest release, Whatcha Gonna Do,
There is light and shadow on Matt and Shannon Heaton’s recording Lovers' Well,-->Your support for Music Road is welcome and needed. If you are able to chip in, here is a way to do that, through PayPal. Note that you do not have to have a PayPal account to do this. Thank you.
Labels: autumn, autumn music, bill cooley, bluegrass, claire lynch, guitar, irish music, matt and shannon heaton







4 Comments:
Your description of Autumn - and of this music - makes it all so tempting. And this is from someone who mourns the passing of summer each year... Thanks for the suggestions!
With such a lyrical post, I wonder if you are a songwriter yourself.
Thank you for these suggestions.
Your description of autumn felt like music and rang so true as I listened to leaves blowing across the yard outside my window.
Lovely writing, thanks.
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