Kickstarter

Hey there! 

Here's the deal:

For the past ten months, bit by bit, I've been working on recording a six song EP with the amazing producer/composer/sound mastermind Jacob Goldman. The songs are there! The sounds are there! The album is almost there! I have spent days and days and dollars and dollars to get this far, but I need your help in order to make this something you can hold in your hands and put in your ears. Mastering and printings costs add up to over $2500, and without your help, this album won't see the bright light of the good day. I would really appreciate any $$ you can offer, and in exchange I promise you a beautiful record, to hear and to hold.

Here's the story:

WINTER PART I: About three years ago I sat down at the desk in my dorm room, a little bit heartsick, either because of a boy or because of the paper I hadn't yet written that night, and wrote my first song, "I Wish I Were a Bird." A year later I recorded my debut full-length album, No Town, with Colorado musician and producer Eric Shiveley. Thanks to a strange pizza fate and a German guardian angel named Lars, I took my debut album with me to Europe, where I played in Germany, Spain, and Portugal, and then across the Western U.S., touring across eleven states and driving three thousand miles alone in a Buick LeSabre. Whew! I took a lot of naps in parks that summer.

WINTER PART II: Last December I met producer/composer Jacob Goldman at a house show in New Haven. I rescued him from a fire and then asked if he'd help me record my next album. "Sure," he said, because what else can you say to someone who has just saved your life, or at least your turtleneck sweater. "Great," I said. "I have a million songs ready to go." I didn't, in fact, have a million songs. I only had one or two, and I spent a week that month in my childhood home in Colorado writing the rest. Sometimes I got frustrated and took a walk in the snow (often it took hours to regain feeling in my legs post snow-walk). Sometimes I ate enchiladas.

I returned to New Haven in January and Jake and I camped out in a third floor studio for three weeks to record the six songs I'd just written. We wore hats. I was always late. We brought in our friends to play their fancy instruments (a handmade violin! a mint and bubble gum pink electric guitar!). We wondered what it would be like if it were warm enough to go outside to play basketball. The end of January came quickly, and recording had to take a pause while "real life" pulled us back into its onerous tides.

SUMMER: After a six month studio hiatus, a life across the Atlantic, a college diploma, and a long email chain with the subject line "BIG PLAANS!" we returned to the third floor to finish recording and mixing the album. It didn't last long. We were again interrupted, this time by the long days of summer and a three week tour of the southeast. We packed up my guitar, Jake's mini drum kit, and some trail mix from the fancy local food coop, and headed south. We played for barefooted teenagers, wine drunk psychiatrists, and a rotting porch watermelon. We loved it, and we ate many hamburgers along the way.

FALL: We returned to the northeast, summer ended, though we didn't know when, exactly, and Jake finished mixing the album. It's almost winter, now, and it's time to get these six songs out into the world before they collect too much digital dust somewhere in a Brooklyn apartment. They are peeking out from a blanket of binary waiting for you launch them into the next stage of their little lives!

WINTER PART III: ? ? ? ? !! ? ?!?!?!? It's coming. I hope you will be a part of it.

Please, have Winter in Mind.
! xo Laurelin