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Bloom Delicacy (2017)

by Jake Trujillo

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1.
there is a conceit that I conceal that I am shaken by things that I didn't used to feel I dreamt a dream of you in which I helped you to clean the halls stood in line to see you and tried to remember it all when I came to it's been an honor to look upon that green and sandy glass olive oil reflections shining back from the inside of carafes but everything seems impermanent to me wish I didn't need adversity to succeed or to let the clouds descend down onto me I don't mean to be the monk by the sea
2.
Maroon Bells 03:13
maroon bells september I went out there by myself I could not remember why I left you on your shelf but everything came flooding back to me the feeling of being on the road and free the plants and animals were grey and green and everything was right as it should be until the sun went down and my corner room looked out on the alleyway a single firework went off as if to say later on november I stayed in when you went out I could not remember why you left me by myself but everything came flooding back to me the feeling of being on my own and free our plants and animals were there with me and even the red dirt it seemed to sing until the sun went down and our living room looked out onto the yard and without drawing breath I pulled my card
3.
Cloud Forest 03:20
should you find me one day with my foot inside my shoe and nothing else I went to cloud forest with the one I love and we lost ourselves I just hope the images I've captured can help shed some light or compel foul beasts and spirits to steer clear of here tonight now this filthy mouth of mine will remain speaking until the end of time and this monolith I lay on will soon bury me with moss and coins and lime we fell down a muddy hillside from which there's no climbing back I will make a home right here within the contours of our packs
4.
Floral Pick 04:42
smoke from a nearby fire, the taste is on my tongue I begrudgingly admire the way it dulls the summer sun I feel my spirit slipping away every night but every day it will return to me at dawn and release me the upward motion slipping away every time that I see you face it will return to me at dawn and release me from all my anxieties out here in the open it can become hard to tell if you are truly paying attention above the overpowering smell I feel my spirit slipping away every night but every day it will return to me at dawn and release me the upward motion slipping away every time that I see you face it will return to me at dawn and release me from all my anxieties
5.
people get obsessed with good feeling but I think we're gonna win this thing shut my mouth and become still again I think I'm feeling clean and real again but I don't really own many physical books I don't think it makes me that stupid in spite of what John Waters may have said but I could be convinced to change my mind about all that quite easily the lights of this whole city are resting on the hills like dust that may have fallen from a moth or mushrooms gills quite frankly not sure how anyone does this everyday quite frankly not sure how anyone keeps themselves away but I'll concede that lately I've been wrapped up in myself I don't think it makes me self-serving I'm not one to be so precious about gaining wealth but I could be convinced to change my mind about all that quite easily everything seems impermanent to me I wish I didn't need adversity to succeed or to let the clouds descend down onto me I don't mean to be the monk by the sea
6.
Neon Limes 02:34
most everyone around us is exhausted except for you when I was living without regret I of course would carry on to but we are neon limes and in four separate times we will descend to the bottom of this golden bottle sign descend to the bottom of this golden bottle sign your face smells like velvet your house smells like your skin when cars crash like waves on the highway they sew up with wooden pins but we are neon limes and in four separate times we will descend to the bottom of this golden bottle sign descend to the bottom of this golden bottle sign we are neon limes and we're taking our sweet time
7.
Deimos 05:02
the room continued its glowing as you curled your lips and thought of what to say and saved it for another day the oak of your hair as it's catching the sun the line of your jaw is a trail I love to run force a yawn on my way home to ease the image and position of your bones let now the body sting let now the breathless sing let now this earthly thing bestow to me bestowing onto me these kisses hungrily and the night smell coming in as the evening veil grows thin your face is asleep and is wrapped in a cloth our fire has choked on the ashes it's wrought force a yawn on my way home to ease the image and position of your bones let now the body sting let now the breathless sing let now this earthly thing bestow to me
8.
a creaking crow has come for my woodsaw his pebbly warble is intended to draw a nest upon my eyes my father's footprint size and this love in us is moving like a mist and lies like a river stone flowed over motionless leaves have blown into our house like wandering souls collect in speaking holes gather up my cold toes the music in the room is flowing right for you and this love in us is moving like a mist and lies like a river stone flowed over motionless
9.
a delicate bloom has opened up and it has revealed it all to us the surprising lack of overlap with common man the countryside for us to unpack I am only such a hobbyist because I don't have any other way to pass the time I don't think about the future much because I don't know when or where that I would draw the line getting old could be difficult but it also seems it could get easier all the time the more I change the more I'm the same and I don't think that I could tell the difference if I tried the accuracy and intricacy like a fever to me bloom delicacy happens all of the time but you never notice it's so easy to see the difference the surprising lack of overlap with common man the countryside the panic attack I am only such a hobbyist because I don't have any other way to pass the time I don't think about the future much because I don't know when or where that I would draw the line getting old could be difficult but it also seems it could get easier all the time the more we change the more we're the same and I don't think that we could tell the difference if I tried the accuracy and intricacy like a fever to me bloom delicacy the accuracy and intimacy it's so easy to see bloom delicacy

about

Dreamcastle is just about the perfect name for the densely layered soundscape songs created by local indie singer-songwriter Jake Trujillo. With his latest, Bloom Delicacy, Trujillo hits lush and ethereal Radioheady melodies peeking out from Jeff Mangum-like autobiographical pieces, though his voice often strays more toward some bizarrely brilliant blend of Tea For the Tillerman-era Cat Stevens meets Thom Yorke croon in its timing and timbre and, charmingly, its imperfections.

Bloom is obviously a bedroom recording, and this works in Trujillo’s favor, allowing him carte blanche to phase from brief moments of synth-pop weirdness and Mazzy Star slowness/brightness to an almost folky, country style, all while maintaining cohesive balance. These songs are, it would seem, painstakingly arranged just so—and they are beautiful, like the soundtrack to some kind of warm dream.

“I feel my spirit slipping away every night/but every day it will return to me at dawn,” he sings on “Floral Pick,” a love song indeed, but more a rumination on where our thoughts might wander when they’re propelled by someone new. Oddly, it’s reminiscent of Seal’s “Kiss From a Rose”—no joke—but also of Northern California indie act Duster in its tracks-on-tracks big sound.

Trujillo also takes intelligent detours from quiet introspection into synth-heavy, major-to-minor chord territories both danceable yet thinkable, a deft choice that at first seems jarring but ultimately works when he pulls back into his guitar-driven arrangements. The shift from the lo-fi, almost new-wave thump beat of “Last Book, Vol. 2” into “Neon Limes” (arguably one of the more sparse offerings on Bloom) is just plain smart. It’s an intriguing hint, perhaps, at areas Trujillo has yet to fully explore, but ones we hope he will.

Bloom isn’t a departure from previous Dreamcastle works such as 2016’s The Fixed Stars per se, but it is a maturation in terms of instrumentation and thematic work—a cleaner overall product and the strongest set of Trujillo tunes we’ve yet to hear. The floral motif insofar as the idea of rebirth, new beginnings and new feelings permeates his lyricism with a message that hits somewhere between a healthy fear (or maybe respect) of the unknown and an almost giddy excitement for the very same.

Album closer “A Delicate Bloom” recalls a pretty, yet subtly dark, classic like “Happiness is a Warm Gun” and makes Bloom worth it all on its own, but as far as albums listened to as a single concept go, this is among the best we’ve heard in ages—local or not. Is it perfect? Hardly. It may, in fact, be under-produced, but one can’t help but feel this was deliberate, which is endearing in the end.

For now, Bloom Delicacy is available digitally (and affordably) through dream-castle.bandcamp.com with the promise of physical copies—complete with artwork painted by Trujillo himself—in the coming weeks. If Dreamcastle maintains its current trajectory, we’d expect bigger and better things than self-released material. Someone in a distro or label position should actually pay close attention to what he’s got going on. There’s a natural talent for beauty and poetry at play making Bloom Delicacy a must-own, especially with its paltry $9 pricetag. Straight-up—you need this. (Alex De Vore, Santa Fe Reporter)

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released July 7, 2017

Written, performed, and produced by Jake Trujillo.

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