Brilliant shafts of sunlight penetrate the canopy of ancient trees and dance across the leaves of fern and flannel flower. The warm still air is silent but for the sounds of a cool stream tripping and running across its smooth pebbled bed. A dragonfly hovers and skims restlessly above the water’s rippling surface on gossamer wings. Now and then a plaintive bird call rings out and hangs in the air like an arrow turned to mist. Bare feet glide noiselessly over the moist leaf-strewn path leading to the glade as the daylight fades and encroaching darkness beckons.
Sandy Ln is a place you take yourself
Alone at the dawning of the day
Where no-one knows your name
And nobody remembers
If it was you that came in yesterday
Still burned around the edges
With the final glowing embers
Of a love that strayed.
And you know before the coffee’s poured
You’ve already had much more than you can afford
I live out the day with the remains of what you gave me
I try not to name it, you know my heart always strays to what my mind knows ain’t right
I try to make it plain to you and one day I may, but till then there’s the night
And in the morning a vapour trail makes such a pretty sight
Just got hold of Bill Hunt’s new CD “Upwey”, and so, with the jacks all in their boxes, time for a late-night immersive listen.
It’s great! In fact I’m inspired and replenished to find music like this being made in Australia of the here and now.
Some tasty violin evokes Desire-era Dylan to a degree, but it’s all Bill’s own sound and vibe and he’s nothing if not his own musical man.
It’s late-night and laid-back and a restless, questing creativity prowls and snakes throughout.
The lyrics glisten with narrative threads and fragments suggestive of hard roads, false trails, domestic mystery, tips of icebergs.
I hope Bill can tour this line-up (guitar, bass, drums, keys, violin) though I’ve seen him do some of these songs solo and I know they also work very well conjured with nothing but an orange Gretsch and a ready wit.