Daytrotter Session - Sep 7, 2012

JBM – Daytrotter Session – Sep 7, 2012
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  1. Welcome to Daytrotter
  2. Forests
  3. Ferry
  4. Moonwatcher
  5. Keeping Up

The accompaniment that Jesse Marchant had during the making of his second album under the name JBM, “Stray Ashes,” couldn’t have been much and it must have come unexpectedly. Or, it must have revealed itself in such steady repeal that it felt as if the knife that it left behind would never be fully extracted, the scent would never be fully removed from the room. There would be a presence lingering of old companionship, old love, like a wine glass that gets left out over night, when everything’s gotten too groggy and there’s no reason to clean up. It sits on the table, with the drink’s purple residue crusting to the bottom floor of the glass, a morning’s reminder of what you partook in the evening before, likely without help, in complete silence as everything dragged on. The swelling, then the smoldering and then the suffering are eternal here. They are one and the same and they are incorrigible. They are raw and they are more punishment than most men can withstand. There’s barely any kind of living with any of the conditions, but when they come in such a succession, with joints, connective tissue and cartilage between them, it’s not possible. Guts rot, heads and their wits turn to gizzards and hearts become marbled. The loneliness that Marchant writes about could never write itself. It could never get it right. It could never understand just what it really is, or how horrifically affecting it can be. These are stories of stunning beauty, though that beauty doubles as discontent. These are stories that are shivering through the autumns and the winters that are the backdrops here. They are best served with the kind of night or morning air that will seize your lungs and stop your heart front beating, even if just briefly. A shocking coldness is felt in these songs. There’s and ungodly amount of betrayal, or what’s seen as betrayal, or what’s felt as abandonment. Marchant sings, “Winter came as a load/Frozen down to the bone/I lived here half asleep/Walking nights to the road/Empty, drunk and alone/In hopes you’d come to me/Before the morning/Before you’re running/But why are you running?/Where are you running?/Home?” He never gets answers, ever, and so he continues his wandering, dragging himself from fog to fog, knowing that there is such a thing as happiness, but damned if it isn’t elusive and cryptic. “Keeping Up,” the closing song on “Stray Ashes,” can’t hide the agitation:”A calm around meStray ashes that fallIn low light through the backwoodsAnd fatal ideas that gatherIn the corners while I waitFor the limited return of feelingIt ain’t worth the hold out for itOnce you feel like you’ve become unrealAnd collide which is whatI’ve strayed out through the fogBut I can’t feel the sun or the windSo come out with it onceIn a straight actionCrawl through my windowWith your heart tied to a stickCome out with it onceI’m afraid I can’t afford to wait.

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