There are many moments, memories, people, and places stretched across Alex Rose’s Arcadian Pages. The debut album from the Los Angeles-born, Austin-raised musician is a project four years in the making, an intimate and evocative collection of mental snapshots, born in homes, houses, cars, and hotels spanning from Washington to New York to Texas and California.
Recorded at Dandy Sounds Studio in Dripping Springs, Texas, Arcadian Pages feels like everywhere and nowhere all at once. The music is spacious and restrained, conjuring images of nameless strangers and long stretches of highway viewed from behind a dirty windshield. Gauzy electric guitars provide the backdrop, while sparse percussion and romantic swells of viola help propel each story along. Rose sings these songs like closely held secrets, lacing them with breath, texture, and a graceful fluency. In them, she reveals evocative details about fleeting moments and quiet echoes of characters only half-known. Like “Ty,” an enigmatic cowboy who’s both an object of affection and a figment of the imagination. Or “Howling Wolves,” where stories of youthful abandon move across moonlit streets and empty truck beds. On “Ponderosa Pines,” she sets a rally cry against indifference beneath the luminous North Dakota skyline. And together, these tales beautifully capture and crystallize not-so-distant memories into something tangible.
Arcadian Pages is Rose’s world, and it’s filled with great expectations, crushing heartbreaks, and hopeful momentum. Supported by producer/singer/multi-instrumentalist Anni Rossi and sound engineer Dan Duszynski (Molly Burch, Jess Williamson, Julia Lucille), she’s created a full-sensory travelogue filled with small gestures that have big implications.
Following a year of music making Austin, Texas--and her first ever solo tour--Rose recently returned to Los Angeles. This fall and winter, she'll play shows across L.A. in support of her debut. In a way, it's the perfect end to Arcadian Pages' story--a homecoming made all the more meaningful by the time it took to get there.
- Aly Comingore
I’m telling secrets to a memory
Wrapping my arms around what used to be
And she’s listening carefully…
While I mistake miscreants for the ministry of reality
My harlequin shadow - she exudes a saint-like patience
Something I mistook for otherworldliness years ago
But oh! How she floats even now!
Oh how she floats…. oh how she floats
She floats up on violence
My lady in white lace
She makes trades in violence
She hovers on instinct
A violent crown of thorny leaves
from Arcadian Pages
track released November 9, 2017
Written & Performed by Alex Rose (guitar, vocals)
Produced by Alex Rose & Anni Rossi (viola, percussion)
Recorded by Dan Duszynski at Dandy Sounds in Dripping Springs, Texas, July 2017
Mastered by Carl Saff
Photography by Kari Leigh Rosenfeld
Cover Art by Vanessa Riegel
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