Folk-noir meets dreamy hush-pop in Willow & Wood's textural ambient rock......Willow’s evocative crooning, introspective lyrics, and muse-like persona both soothe and stimulate the savage beast.
"Willow is a self-taught singer/songwriter, who, in 1992 put down her Bible and picked up a pawn shop guitar. Three chords later, the songs came flowing out. Judging from the fact that she had little previous musical experience, one could say she’s a bit of a preternatural chanteuse. Like post-Christian rocker contemporaries, Alice Cooper and Marilyn Manson, Willow’s papa is a preacher man and prior to her fateful leap, she was an enrollee at Multnomah School of the Bible in Portland Oregon.
The result of her departure from conservative religion?…her musical renderings are of an evolution of a spiritual nature – an earthly, poetic dance in the dark.
For those familiar with the fire and brimstone of artist Nick Cave, Willow may be the polar sweet angel of redemption and desire. Whether stripped down and acoustic, whisper-quiet, or with Kevin Wood's full wattage guitars coursing through, Willow and Wood deliver us."
Music is my redemption, my desire, my sermon, my demon, my hymn. It is my secret, my memory, my dream, my skin and my sleep. Music is my mother, and my father. I am a daughter of music.
I am a daughter of the church. Of ministers, missionaries, tent raisers and gospel callers. A daughter of healers, worshippers, snake-handlers, gardeners, and keepers of faith. I am a daughter of Oklahoma, and of Japan. A daughter of the dust bowl; and the American west.
I am a daughter of words. I am in love with the feel of them leaving my tongue and lips, the way my voice almost becomes foreign to me, and the vibration of a guitar across my chest. I’m addicted to the feeling of sound, like light leaving my body.
Music and words have been a part of me from the beginning, since before I knew they were there. Like unborn children or lovers not yet known, they were lying in wait.
I write because my head would be too cluttered otherwise, because I need to remember, and to forgive. Each song I write stays with me, leaves an imprint of where I was and what I felt as it came. Their flavors stay on my tongue even as years pass. My songs are like memories; like the whispers of ghosts.
The album, 'Radio Sky', is my attempt to capture the lush, lullaby-hushed, lost, circus-spinning feel of the Garden. A collection of songs that is fresh with new skin, but whose lineage can be traced through my past records.
I am a daughter of music.