2019 in Folk Music: Joan Shelley and Allison Moorer Balance Nostalgia and Trauma
Two singer/songwriters at the top of their game find solace in a withering world—and truth in the long buried past
Photos by Amber Estes Thieneman & Heidi Ross
There’s a song on Joan Shelley’s new album, Like The River Loves The Sea, called “The Fading” that marries natural imagery to human memory in a way rarely heard in folk music—or any kind of music—in 2019. “I saw the river thick with mud / Break through the banks and run,” Shelley sings. “And I confess I liked it, I cheered the flood / When the waters hit the walls and won.”
Here Shelley takes delight in destruction, but elsewhere on the song, she revels in happy memories, or she at least makes the best of the bad. She says she hates to leave home, but sometimes she just needs to go. “When [the car] breaks down / Oh, babe, let’s try / To see the beauty in all the fading,” she sings. Like Haley Heynderickx did on “The Bug Collector” and Julie Byrne on her first two albums in 2014 and 2017—as well as untold legions of folk singers before them—Shelley puts a microscope to the natural world. But when she pulls away, the sentimentality of her lyrics start to spill out. Like The River Loves The Sea is a quiet study of the past and a vibrant portrait of the natural world, depicting the disasters that continually emerge from both.
Shelley recorded Like The River Loves The Sea in Iceland, a very fitting environment in which to lay down folk songs about love and the land. One of the best tracks on the album, “Coming Down For You,” features Shelley’s frequent collaborator and fellow Louisville scenester Bonnie “Prince” Billy (who also has an excellent new album out now) and twinkles with a wintry glow. The banjo steadies the beat, while electric guitar chords and a sort of songbird sound effect bristle underneath the surface.
Shelley is a native Kentuckian and has described her home as a sanctuary many times throughout her seven albums, yet again on River opener “Haven,” which promises “warm colors” and a “warm place to rest your head.” Here, however, we’re not sure if the scorched earth she so tenderly describes in the hypnotic “Coming Down For You” refers to a barren slice of Kentucky, volcanic wastelands in Iceland or just the burnt, dried-out landscape within a loved-one’s mind. One stanza in particular is worth a read:
On the plains where the burn has gone
Scarred the locust and the oak
All the flowers and the birds sing on
Of the ashes and the smoke
And if with scorched lungs you call to me
Sound the echo straight through
Up the canyons and the valleys
I will call back to you,
I’m coming down for you…
Where the water was rapidly rising on “The Fading” (a song that’s impossible to hear without thinking about climate change), Shelley revels in “the fresh air and wind and waves” on the cerulean stunner “Teal,” and the gentle instrumentals are so calming you’ll want to slip into them like the glassy shallow part of the sea. She merges the natural with the personal again on “High On The Mountain,” an ode to a past love in which Shelley recalls the graceful spray of sunshine and how it “shined over me and you.” It’s miraculous that one artist can see such danger and beauty in the same mountain range.