My older brother was shot to death in a bar when I was 14 years old. Later that year I had a dream that we were passing on a staircase. In my hands I held a heavy, oval shaped obelisk. I felt so weary, I longed to drop it.
"Brother your fear and your pain are such a heavy weight; why do you keep intact something that you should shatter with your own hands?"
I said: "Remember when I got lost when me and you and daddy were hunting? I called and called and called for you, but even then my voice was soft and distant. You found me in a patch of ferns, holes in my shirt from wandering through the briars and coughing up blood. You led me home through the forest at night.
A live record from the legendary Diamanda Galás finds the artist exploring the outer fringes of pop with only her voice and a piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024