Jun 27, 2012 - Futureappletree, Rock Island, IL
- 1 Welcome to Daytrotter
- 2 Here Now
- 3 Black Gold
- 4 Gallon Jug
- 5 Hit Me Up
The Hidden Is Divined
Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Patrick Stolley
Sean Bones might be the shaman that I've been looking for my entire life. Though I've never been prone to outbursts and fits of rage, this smiley songwriter from New York has a way of preventing any of these things from ever occurring. He absolutely DOES seem like he could or would use "magic for the purpose of curing the sick, divining the hidden, and controlling events," as the definition of a shaman suggests. He seems capable of bringing forth the calm, cool waters that could be the cure alls that we never knew existed.
The songs that he's collected on his excellent new record, "Buzzards Boy," are good for many things that ail you, and we can't be at all certain what you're ailing from, but this will work for you. It's music that could bring soft and steady, daylong rains to crops needing the water. It's music that could ease any tensions you're feeling in your muscles, in your temples. It's music that makes you feel like you're reclining beneath and surrounded by the most pleasant shade trees you've ever seen in your life.
Bones writes with a bit of the midnight hour in him, but we tend to hear the sparkles and sunshiny reflections coming off a placid lake or pond even more so. He sounds like he's got more than enough inner-personal struggles to battle with, but the pieces are being hung up in a dark room to develop. There's a smart wait and see attitude about everything that's happen to him and around him, as if he's the only one standing still and observing, while everything else operates in full-blur, whipped into a froth, rolling on without a sound, as if in a permanent fast-forward.
His take on everything is one of unfinished business, of taking things in with an even hand, knowing that there's much left out there that's not clear. He's "young and unaware," and sings, "And if you've got questions/I've only got guesses…/You don't know how close/You don't know how far we are," on the song, "Gallon Jug," and it's as if he's happy admitting that time is just a sea, a scene. It just drips in and cooks at it's own pace. It's best to sit back and watch as the hidden is divined.
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