Milestone

Spring Blossom evokes a pear tree in spring; it’s a nod toward the first signs of life. It might call to mind the joy of new beginnings, a time when you were young, or the celebration of a momentous occasion. Although the song is true folk, the vocal movement elevates the chordal complexity over their acoustic accompaniment. This establishes an earnestness, especially when paired with the melancholic bridge. This is Americana: classic and timeless.

Lyrics

We’re having a baby; no she’s not asking. Hope I’m prepared for all your tiny dancing. Catching rhythms from the whom you hide in. I leave my hand there so you know there’s good love here waiting.

Spring Blossom; she’s no ordinary fruit. Pick the pome from the tree; our baby. 

We’re having a baby, just like her mother. Eagerly adventurous, to live is to discover. Find Lake Harriet, the creek your kindred usher. No she’ll never walk alone, good love beside her.

I’ll try to tell you how to feel, so I’m sorry in advance. A fear that I might fail, traipse unlike modern men.

Authentic instrumentation meets an inspired folk melody. The fire is lit, the autumn leaves are rustling forth — and whether you have coffee or a glass of whiskey — this is a time to embrace the warmth of the season and friendship. A simple piano melody starts the tune and is then elaborated on by the mandolin. As the band layers, you can almost hear the musicians calling out the song's development in real time. The peaks and valleys allow for contemplation as the musicians regather and re-enter the fold. Ultimately, we end on a minor note of sorrow. However, the players know that the experience together is more than the music performed; it is one of kinship and joy. Tomorrow is another day.

A hauntingly beautiful song fraught with emotion, this piece speaks to shared human experience. Anxiety and fear are profound reminders of our frailty but also that we are alive. Running the race of life is exhausting, but as the perpetual train of time keeps rolling onward, we must learn to collect ourselves, rely on those around us, and embrace the pain and beauty. We used the cello as the pinnacle of the song for its similar range and resemblance to the human voice. It stands in tension against the surrounding band, calling forth our common angst and confusion. The song is dark but has qualities of wonderment for life. And if you stare at your fears too long, life will pass you by.

Lyrics

Even if you want it. Even if you don't. 
The house is still haunted. Your fear ain't a joke.
Don't stare so silently. Poor futures are all you'll see. 
Even if your feet stop running, that won't make the train stop coming.