tune: Zoë Keating - Fern
album: One Cello x 16: Natoma (2005)
scene: A dark, elegant forest in the wane of a long and heavy rain. Massive roots and swelling creeks woven into black, wet soil. Fungi, moss, and spores. The air is cool and full of potential. I created this a couple years ago over the course of a couple days, listening to nothing but "Fern" on constant repeat. It makes the quaint Pub at which I work into the natural work of those ancient roots I’ve imagined and I’m surprised, when I look outside, that it isn’t raining.
All of Keating’s solo work is amazingly atmospheric. Rich, powerful stuff that seems confident in its ability to entrance the listener. I imagine astonishing worlds and epic battles.