Rose Cousins, photo by Lindsay Duncan
This eve, post-Full Moon, Fall beckons, and a wistful night ahead so some songs with the lonesome pining at the core of this country, perhaps this is all the cri de coeur of a nation of comefromaways, and the soulful leanings of nostalgia, but not just for a past recently closed but a deeper past, one generations old and the impulse of a people, strangers still in this strange land of long winters and the prying eyes of peering wendigos.
Rae Spoon, photo by Dave Todon
By Will McGuirk
Its around about this time most years, when after a month of weekends at music festivals that the optimism creeps in for me. The cooler evenings induce contemplation. The good vibes from festivals continue to resonate and ideas percolate. August is the plateau, the new year is weeks away but still its weeks away. These are the days to accept as reward for those night drives in freezing rain, relax, wonder, and let your mind wander.