J. Graf - The Future is a Faded Song

by J. Graf

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J.GRÄF/ The Future is a Faded Song

Released on Juneau Palace (first release of J.Gräf’s own label)
300 editions, 2013
J. Gräf’s first solo LP (with exception of The Guitars Project LP, and first solo CD Os), The Future is a Faded Song, contains compositions that blend improvisation and song structure to explore the grey area between order and chaos, between listening and being subsumed by sound. J. Gräf makes melody behave like a Loch Ness monster, surfacing and resurfacing in unsuspected moments, rearranging it temporally to bring forth the uncanny in the familiar. Through a matrix of sonic shifts, The Future is a Faded Song, ranges from the very lyrical vocals in such as in Old Stones to the throbbing chaos in Vertigo Mine.

J. Graf is known for her (now out of print) The Guitars Project, a collaborative sound experiment with a group of women with Alzheimer’s, for her 15 year collaboration with MV Carbon in Metalux as well in the band Bride of No No.

Credits include Kathleen Baird of Spires that in the Sunset Rise, Dan Breen of Lepracaun Catering and other local Baltimore musicians.
Cover photo by Sergej Vutuc

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released 01 August 2013

Katherine Porter on cello
Dan Breen on drums
Inge-Lise Sheppard on Glemmer Du vocals

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Track Name: Old Stones
Old Stones
New building
Old earth
New soil
its the time of year
when we emerge
its the time of year when we emerge

Ill come back to see you
when you least expect it
Old stones
new building
I dont have any regrets
I dont have any regrets

Couldn't take any thing from me
Dont have more to give
But they still, they still got me
where I live

All your grandchildren
Will ask you
Where you came from
You point a finger
out toward the desert
And all the fine hanging chandeliers