Taste Test: A Choir of Ghosts bares it all just ‘Southwest of the Moon’
Americana man muses on his childhood, journey in life and broken hearts on his haunting new ode.
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In this tiresome, grueling human existence, brokenness is the inevitable byproduct of simply living and navigating each dizzying high and bottomed-out low. Through every step we take, our burdens weighing heavier and heavier, we collect mosaic pieces of the past and its peoples who have succumb to our wayward fault lines, quaking and breaking off connections as easily a magnitude 9.5. Battered and bruised, singer and songwriter James Auger (known onstage as the mystique-bound A Choir of Ghosts) reconfigures a painting from his childhood into a misty-eyed, devastatingly-pensive spinning top called “Southwest of the Moon.” Simply put, the feathered ballad contains one of the most timeless melodies and vocal performances in all of Americana music. “I’ll be here southwest of the moon / Holding your bones up to the sky,” he sings with swollen strings quivering in delicate pools.
“Southwest of the Moon” follows last year’s Woods EP.
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