Brick Blair is an alt-countryman and indie musician with a penchant for writing about the current topics of our conversations. We meander through the hilly regions of a technology that is both memory and escape. Understanding that there are reasons for measuring the passing of time by each familiar pleasure lapsing by, there are unknown perils reaching the ends of our fingers-
Like so many ghosts accustomed to forget and the forlorn, heading towards a nexus of windswept regret and testimony, olive light and passing thought resurrecting griefs and nostalgias. Brick Blair’s “On the Zooms” is a hailstorm of new moons, a wick being set aflame, and the moody jaws of upheavals.
There’s an ode to Wilco and Tom Waits perhaps looming so willfully, the almost digital songwriting becomes a daylight, a fine skein of blood trickling through the body. “On the Zooms” is at once a howling fortress of solitude, where the fixtures are nailed to the ceilings and the tumult rawness slides off the peaks of our stomachs.
Pondering inevitabilities Brick Blair plucks away at the ends of fate and misgivings. “On the Zooms” is a stardom of wistfulness, a glowing seed planted at the foot of isolation. Standing by and grieving our loss Brick Blair so succinctly sings a song of patient brooding.
Knocking on the doors of strangers as though stranded on a deserted island with advanced technological devices Brick Blair’s “On the Zooms” is a work of soft spoken subtleties, woven in an age of information. The swooping almost hand drawn lines of “On the Zooms” confronts and parries the spirit in the darkness like a tragicomedy with profound silences and meanings in its turn-a-phrase. Let yourself listen to the showmanship of Brick Blair and see what all the fuss is about.
Written by Hari Palacio
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