![]() It would be easy to just reduce Big Thief to Lenker’s iconic genius, but the truth is that the group only works as a unit. She’s reflecting the typical traits of – if you believe in such things – the Cancerian personality type of sensitive and emotional artist we were told was lost to time when the 70s died. “I’m not quite sure if I’m writing the songs from myself to my future child, or to my inner child, or from my mother to me,” she recounted in an interview with Pitchfork, perfectly encapsulating the unique qualities found in her songwriting. What she calls her “psychedelic thinking” on full display, she can find eternity in a grain of sand. Time seems to extend within her, space folds wide open. During interviews, the singer takes long breaks, her gaze scanning the room, caught in a ray of light that hits an apple in the nearby fruit bowl or deep green in a particular plant’s leaf. It’s there where Lenker’s images reside, between beauty and the hideous, questioning identity and memory constantly at odds with themselves, yet accepting the contradictions that come with existence. The image of the child’s head in her mother’s lap, the dishrag pressed to her head soaking up with blood, is reconfigured in the macabre and tender “Mythological Beauty”, recounted in first person. But the scar has its own story: at five years old, Lenker’s skull was cracked open in a domestic accident, almost ending her life. To most, the stark line dividing Adrianne Lenker’s buzz cut hair might just be that: some ragtag reminder of brief harm. ![]() That’s why we identify with them – those moments stand parallel to the unspoken and unseen realities between where our heartbeats kick in. The most exceptional music is that which manages to, somehow, retain hidden meaningful elements within its constructs, which – as the years pass – suddenly reveal themselves: small, borderline inaudible glimpses which carry their own stories. Music thus isn’t just a document of a recorded moment, but a body that retains information and merges with the listener’s identity. In the best art, time folds in on itself, a visible line that connects the past, present and future, with the work forever shifting and transforming with our own and the creator’s evolution.
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