Tuesday, August 31, 2010

from by Sara Bouchard

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“How long have we looked for you, my son, my son?
All this time, and you’ve been suffering under the sun, under the sun.
Show him to me, just show him to me for a little while.”
In this unearthly landscape the scenery is wild enough to awaken the dead.

It’s a new form of cathedral.
A crumpled landscape, a blue plastic chair,
Brittle bells - the sound buried in a slight shift of air.

"The air is electric and full of ozone.
Now my future is dark and unknown.
Come tomorrow morning we’ll dig the hole that we’re in"
With the remembering and forgetting fading out and in.

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from The News: Monday​-​Friday, released March 2, 2012

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Sara Bouchard Brooklyn, New York

I am a multi-disciplinary artist and songwriter with a strong foothold in American roots. My work explores the intersection between sound, story and environment. I perform solo and with my band Salt Parade.

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