Lockdown howl from a solitary flat-dweller in a Somerset market town – the song came from feeling isolated and disconnected during the first UK lockdown last year, and temporarily partially deaf to boot, and noticing the stark contrast between the relatively quiet streets and the burgeoning Spring lushness of trees and shrubs visible from my window and on walks around town and the surrounding countryside. It seemed that we were all becoming more insular, tense, and shrinking in to ourselves, while nature was expanding and breathing freely. I wanted to encapsulate some of that in the song, as well as release some of the pent-up frustration I was experiencing, and somehow help myself come to terms with the situation and look forward through writing, recording, and sharing it with others.
Ring Out, Wild Bells — The Winterval Conspiracy
My dad died on New Year’s Eve 2019, and my mum posted this poem, one of her favourites, by...