In what can only be described as a “waking dream”
(my words), Dao Strom’s Traveler’s Ode
connects roads and rivers and thought patterns as it eschews sense of place for
a more universal concept. Wherever you go, there you are, am I right? (That’s a
little Buckaroo Banzai wisdom for you there.) Traveler, wanderer, doesn’t
matter what kind of title you get stuck with, it’s on you and you move from
place to place, never sticking anywhere, nowhere ever sticking to you. That’s
where it blurs – that’s where the “waking dream” occurs.
Dao Strom utterly embodies the paths she treads,
soaking in the interactions she has with people and places and internalizing it
for rumination later. It actually seems to have become a part of her – over ethereal
instrumentation (recalling, among others, Julee Cruise and Grouper’s Liz
Harris), Strom sings lullabies in a hushed voice that barely stick to the
physical plane, becoming mist and memory as soon as the words pass her lips. All
devolves into light particles and drifts into the sky. The energy of human
interaction is what kept them tethered in the first place.
What also keeps them tethered is a limited-edition
poetry/art book called Instrument,
published by Fonograf Editions.
This will only assist in deepening your understanding of Dao Strom’s process
and mindset, and will undoubtedly affect you in profound ways. I haven’t even
read it, and look at me – I’m weeping! Oh right, that’s the tape.
https://daostrom.bandcamp.com/
https://antiquatedfuture.bandcamp.com/
--Ryan
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