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Not the Fun Snow
posted 02/14/2007
I was saving this for the perfect snowfall; instead it’s become the soundtrack to a winter that never came.
Songs of Green Pheasant is thirtysomething Brit teacher Duncan Sumpner, some instruments, his kitchen, the occasional friend. Lo-fi, lo-key, slurry and synthy. Sad, bright. It’s inside music, winter music. It shimmers.
Not fair, throwing up a cover – a Beatles cover no less, and did you think the world would ever need another of those? – but this really, really works. It’s soft and crisp, it floats and piles and drifts. It catches on the sill, presses up against the glass. Light glances off it. You look away, you squint, you look back. It melts on your tongue, gets in your boots.
Not at all like what we got, last night, and what we’re getting right now. That “wintry mix” is a mash-up from hell. The sky hates you. Cover up best you can. Hood up, hunch over. Tug your cap down to your brow, pull the scarf over your nose. That wind’s going to find any bit of exposed skin you’ve got and pelt it with frozen rain. Go out and you’ll come back pock-marked and pissed-on.
Don’t listen to the man, Prudence. Stay inside, wrap your hands around a steaming mug of something, tuck yourself in a blanket or two.
More from Sumpner’s latest CD, Aerial Days, and some from his self-titled debut EP, are streaming here.
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What is Duncan's connection with Falmouth - anyone know?