Picture me, friend, on the side of the road. I fell off a mountain and I blew with the cold. You ask me my name, and I say “I don’t know, I’m a victim of change and I’m unsure where to go.” Have you ever been abandoned? I hear you say. I tell you that I have but “it’s okay.” I’ve been running from those times my entire life, or since my mother moved to Utah and my dad lost his mind. But I don’t remember how I got to this place; I don’t recognize the people or the shape of my face. I only see a stranger when I look in the mirror; I guess I’ve gotten older as I’ve grown with the years. I fell off a mountain and I blew with the cold, that’s how I ended up on this side of the road. Picture a place where I still know my name, where I know where I’m going, where nothing can change.
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024