It's origins start 10 years ago, in a dark and dicey small-town bar where a song was first conceived, the lyrics scribbled on the back of a napkin, fueled by a sense of restlessness and a desire for rebellion.
It then sprouted wings, and flew to a small tropical island, to find itself sitting on the porch of an enchanted jungle home, swaying to the melody that sings out from a small box harp, as it finds the first notes of another tune.
The songs have created their own compass, and whisk us away with them, through Northern California forest fires, over piles of rubble — earthquake aftermath — in Mexico City. We surf the cresting waves of a roaring ocean, and rest in the secret canopy of a willow tree.
…A beach in Jamaica; a neighborhood courtyard in Grenada, Spain; anti-war demonstrations in the streets of Detroit; a royal court in Mali…
The album captures the sounds, the feels, and the prayers from all of these places and YET, just like its listeners, the album is not defined by these places, but rather by the journey there. It was made -- we are made -- by the spaces between the places. By the spaces between worlds.
“Wonder, marvel and mystery in all that can be revealed by hidden places
Wonder, marvel and mystery between the in between of everyday places”
- Whisper Willow by BrightSide Blue