Événement

Jeffery Foucault

Jeffrey Foucault grew up in a small town in Wisconsin. His father played a plywood guitar and his mother liked to sing. Winter Sundays were for church or ice fishing. He went to college and dropped out, took a job on a fruit farm and started writing songs about a girl from Iowa. He finished school, roofed houses, drove a snowplow, and home-schooled the son of the local bar owner in exchange for beer. He cut his first album in the winter of 2000.

THE NEW YORKER:

"Jeffrey Foucault, sings stark, literate songs that are as wide open as the landscape of his native Midwest."

MOJO:

"Songwriting brilliance."

THE IRISH TIMES:

"Quietly brilliant"

UNCUT:

"The music of Wisconsin native Foucault is the kind so many aspire to but never attain: beat-up troubadour folk whittled to dolorous perfection"

Longtime disciple of the rich and strange music that sings behind the American veil, Foucault has spent the last decade mining the darker seams of country and blues, producing a string of spare and elemental albums of rare power while garnering accolades across the United States and overseas for a tersely elegant brand of songwriting set apart by its haunting imagery and weather-beaten cool. He lives in Western Massachusetts.

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The Horse Latitudes are those equatorial reaches where only ocean, sky, and desert obtain; where becalmed Spanish sailors put their horses overboard as the cisterns ran dry, or made rituals of atonement. Places of element, and reckoning.

Cinematic in scope and movement, Horse Latitudes, the stunning new album from Jeffrey Foucault begins at the reckoning, confronting the end of nature and the end of youth in a series of vivid dreams, unfolding characters and lovers lost or forgotten against dark fragments of modern time.