Portland, Ore.-based singer/songwriter Laura Gibson wrote her new album, Beasts of Seasons, underneath a cemetery.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” she laughs over the phone. “It wasn’t
really a solemn place. A lot of people had picnics in the cemetery, so
there were always joyful sounds coming down to my room.”
But Gibson’s soft lyrics, draped over delicate acoustic strumming and
viola sighs, hover around mortality like a moth around a flame. Beast is broken into two parts, “Communion Songs” and “Funeral Songs,” and as
themes of life and death bleed into each other, it becomes clear that
Gibson is haunted by a sea of wistful ghosts conjured by the mossy
stones outside her window. Darkening skies, changing seasons and
falling leaves are offered as metaphors of the transience Gibson struggles with throughout the album.
“I’m someone who’s pretty sensitive of place,” she says. “I take things
I see and put them into my writing.”
Like that old graveyard, Beast of Seasons is as comforting as it is eerie. On “Sleeper,” Gibson croons to an unnamed soul, presumably one buried just beyond her walls: “To take you
in / is to feel a great sadness, / is to hold a great hope / heavy in
“I could never have written this album if I were living anywhere else.”
Gibson says, “So many of my ideas were hatched in that room.”