hey, didn't I see you fly this way
in that westerly last labour day?
you've got a bit of sadness, baked in your eye
but that looming cloud, it's just the blackflies
2 degrees and the lake is still frozen
canvas stretched and primed but your pigment's dry
go ahead talk your way out of this one
it's not a sin to run, just run, just run and fly
quote your lyrics and scattered maxims
as if your life can be roped fragments
"dream like a bird" and "walk like a matador"
and your favourite, "run from what's comfortable"
hey, didn't I see you build a nest
in the claws of that old norway maple?
you know that thing's an obelisk
nothing grows around it, nothing, nothing
An ambitious cross-genre journey from the Richmond Avant Improv Collective, who bring in 17 (!) guest musicians to fill out their vision. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2021