I thought Pratt’s On Your Own Love Again was the best album of 2015, and I am feeling confident her new album, Quiet Signs, out Feb. 8, will be a strong contender for best album of 2019.
What strikes me about the material I’ve heard so far is how she has used the canvas of a recording studio to make something even more intimate and gossamer-like than her previous 4-track work.
Like if you opened your eyes while listening to it, it would end the way a dream does.
Anyway, very strongly encouraging you to pick up her new album when it comes out, especially since RTI is pressing it, so it should be flat, centered, and quiet, which almost describes her music.
There are albums and songs that see us through times of turmoil and strife, and in doing so become central to our personal dignity, to borrow a line from Scott Walker.
In fact, it was during a week of such awfulness that I first listened to Scott Walker.
My obsession with him was not immediate, and it really could have been that I might have rejected him completely for being associated with such an ugly era.
But that didn’t happen.
And slowly, I began to deeper and deeper into his music to the point where I am sure I play something by him almost every day.
About three years ago, I experienced even more profound difficulties in life, and it was at that time I discovered an album on Drag City by Jessica Pratt called On Your Own Love Again
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