Yesterday evening I put on Marisa Anderson's The Anthology of UnAmerican Folk Music. I listened through to its 37 minute span. Then I put it on and listened to it again. Now I'm listening to it before my day of work begins . It's title is highly pertinent. Where do we come from? Where are we going?
Music is a place I would say more than anything else is a place to lose yourself inside when you need to . To wrap yourself up and regain your body heat when required. To restore your powers. This has been doing that for me over the last twelve hours.
. Marisa Anderson has an interesting backstory and approach before settling in Portland, Oregon, and its helpful to inform yoursellf on both as it helps makes sense of and colour in your enjoyment of UnAmerican Folk Music, It has done with mine. This is music as narrative . This is river of the purest flow.









