there is no feeling of falling. in fact, the opposite is true. this is music to be wrapped in. i’ve spoken of music evoking other emotions and sensations, but not much of comfort. in some ways it sends me sleepwards after a long day of physical labour, not to mention a long few weeks of more mental anguish than perhaps i allowed myself to realise.
aurally, it’s made of prominent trombone and bass, less noticeable cello and percussion for several songs. it is of fred lonberg-holm and jeb bishop of boxhead ensemble and other chicago affiliations. it strikes me as being far more accessible than their other work in various forms.
i have not much else to say about it, other than it’s soothing in a way i did not know i needed.