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THE DEAD TONGUES

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WHEN RYAN GUSTAFSON FINISHED RECORDING TRANSMIGRATION BLUES, HIS FOURTH AND BEST ALBUM UNDER THE NAME THE DEAD TONGUES, IN THE SUMMER OF 2019, HE SLUMPED INTO A MONTH-LONG HAZE OF DEPRESSION. FOR TWO DECADES, GUSTAFSON—A PRETERNATURALLY SENSITIVE SOUL,INTERESTED IN THE MYSTIC BUT GROUNDED BY HIS LOVE OF QUIET WOODS AND OPEN DESERTS—HAD MADE MANY ALBUMS WITH VARIOUS BANDS AND UNDER ASSORTED GUISES. THIS ONE HOWEVER, HAD LEFT HIM WOUNDED, MOMENTARILY EMPTY. HE COULDN’T WRITE SONGS, COULDN’T CONCENTRATE, COULDN’T SUMMON ANY ENTHUSIASM FOR TAPPING INTO HIS EMOTIONS. EVEN THE SHOWS HE PLAYED MEANT GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS. “THE DEEPER WELLS OF MY BEING HAD RUN DRY,” HE REMEMBERS OF HOW HE FELT WHEN HE RETURNED TO HIS MOUNTAIN CABIN, DEEP IN A NORTH CAROLINA HOLLER. “THERE WAS JUST THIS BIG, OPEN SPACE.”

IN THE YEARS SINCE RECORDING HIS 2018 BREAKTHROUGH, UNSUNG PASSAGE, GUSTAFSON HAD BUILT WORDS AND SONGS OF INTENSE EMOTIONAL RECKONING. HE HAD WRESTLED WITH RELATIONSHIPS THAT FAILED SPECTACULARLY. HE HAD CONTEMPLATED GROWING UP IN AND THEN APART FROM A DEVOTED RELIGIOUS HOUSEHOLD. HE HAD SURVEYED THE DAMAGE OF LIVING HARD IN HIS 20S, PARTYING IN THE BACK OF VANS AS HE PROWLED THE INTERSTATES OF THE UNITED STATES, RECKLESS AND FREE.

BEFORE ANY OF THE SONGS DETAILING THESE RECKONINGS EMERGED, GUSTAFSON HAD THE TITLE TRANSMIGRATION BLUES—A REFERENCE TO THE BUDDHIST CONCEPT OF A DEAD BODY’S SOUL MIGRATING INTO ANOTHER HOST. FOR GUSTAFSON, THOUGH, IT ALSO REPRESENTS THE “LITTLE DEATHS” WE ALL EXPERIENCE AS WE GROW AND EVOLVE, THE LESSONS AND FABLES (HOWEVER INDIRECT) WE TAKE WITH US AS WE MOLT AND SLIP FROM AN OLD SKIN INTO OUR NEXT ONE.THIS BAGGAGE WAS DAUNTING, GUSTAFSON ADMITS, BUT HE’S BETTER FOR HAVING SORTED THROUGH IT, HAVING PULLED IT FROM HIS BODY AT LAST. “IT TOOK A WHILE TO COME BACK FROM,” HE SAYS. “BUT I WOULD RATHER WALK OUT OF THE STUDIO FEELING THAT WAY INSTEAD OF IT JUST BEING ANOTHERDAY AT THE OFFICE.”

THOSE THOUGHTS—POWERFUL PERSONAL REFLECTIONS ON HIS PLACE IN THE WORLD, TARDY ATTEMPTS TO FIND MEANING IN THE MOMENTS OF LIFE HE THOUGHT HE’D LEFT BEHIND—ARE THE CORE OF TRANSMIGRATION BLUES, AN ALBUM THAT TRANSMOGRIFIES HEAVY EMOTIONAL BURDENS INTO SOME OF THE MOST DISARMING FOLK-ROCK YOU’LL EVER HEAR. FROM THE GRACEFUL STRING-SWEPTRECOLLECTIONSOF “DEEP WATER, STRANGE WIND” TO THE RADIANT CALLS AND RESPONSES OF “BAMA BOYS CIRCA 2005,” GUSTAFSON DRAGS PAST DARKNESS INTO PRESENT LIGHT. TRANSMIGRATION BLUESGETS TO THE IDIOSYNCRATIC HEARTAND UNORTHODOX PASTOF GUSTAFSON, WHO LIVES THE CONTEMPLATIVE RURAL LIFE ABOUT WHICH MANY OF HIS PEERS SIMPLY SING.

IN THE PAST, THE DEAD TONGUES HAVE BEEN A PRAGMATICALLY SPARSE PROJECT. ALL HIS ADULT LIFE, GUSTAFSON HAS BEEN AN ITINERANT SORT, WHETHER HITCHHIKING ACROSS THE WEST OR SIMPLY TOURING HARD. HIS SONGS AS THE DEAD TONGUES TENDED TOWARD ELEMENTAL ARRANGEMENTS THAT COULD QUICKLY BE STRIPPED ONSTAGE TO THEIR ACOUSTIC ESSENCE, SHOULD HE NEED TO PERFORM THEM ALONE. BUT FOR MORE THAN A YEAR, GUSTAFSON HAS RENTED A CENTURY-OLD CABIN ON A 100-ACRE SPREAD AMID THE BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS, WRITING SONGS IN A LITTLE TRIANGULAR GREENHOUSE FLOODED BY LIGHT.

THIS NEWFOUND STABILITY, COUPLED WITH THE WIDER AUDIENCE THAT THE TENDER BUT TROUBLED UNSUNG PASSAGE CULTIVATED, ALLOWED GUSTAFSON’S IMAGINATION TO WANDER, WONDERING WHAT HIS DECIDEDLY INTIMATE THOUGHTS WOULD SOUND LIKE PLAYED BY AN ALL-STAR BAND OFCOLLABORATORS NEW AND OLD. HE INVITED SOME OF HIS LONGTIME COMPANIONS FROM CHAPEL HILL’S FERTILE ROOTS MUSIC SCENE, ALL OF MOUNTAIN MAN, AND A DRUMMER WITH A SEPARATE PERCUSSIONIST. FOR NINE LARGELY SLEEPLESS DAYS LIVING AND WORKING AT NORTH CAROLINA’S FIDELITORIUM, THEY GAVE THESE SONGS EVERYTHING THEY HAD. “I HAD NEVER HAD THE EXPERIENCE OF WORKING LIKE THAT,” SAYS GUSTAFSON. “IT WAS REALLY TRYING AND COMPLETELY REWARDING, JUST A HUGE RELEASE.”

FROM ITS FIRST NOTES, WHEN ORGAN AND PIANO PEAL WARMLY BENEATH GUSTAFSON’S STRUMMED GUITAR, TRANSMIGRATION BLUES SUMMONS THE SOUNDS OF FRIENDS SUPPORTING ONE OF THEIR OWN AS HE WORKS THROUGH THE ANNALS OF EXISTENCE. LACED WITH SHARP ELECTRIC LEADS AND A KALEIDOSCOPE OF HARMONIES AND HAND DRUMS, OPENER “PEACEFUL AMBASSADOR” CELEBRATES THE LOWS, THE HIGHS, AND THE SENSE OF SALVATION THAT SINGING ABOUT BOTH CAN SUPPLY. HE TAPS A SURFEIT OF NATURAL BEAUTY FOR “EQUINOX RECEIVER”—THE BADLANDS AND THE EAST RIVER, GREEN FORESTS AND GOLDEN FIELDS—TO SHOW HOW WE’RE ALL SUSPENDED SOMEWHERE BETWEEN DESPAIR AND FULFILLMENT, JUST TRYING TO DO OUR BEST WITH WHAT WE HAVE. AS HIS SMALL STUDIO CHOIR JOINS HIM, YOU CAN IMAGINE AN ENDLESS AUDIENCE, JOINING IN THIS PERFECT ODETO SURVIVAL.

THE ALBUM’S EPIC CENTERPIECE IS “DÉJÀ VU,” A SONG ABOUT TRYING TO FIND THE ACTUAL SPACE AND AIR TO FUNCTION WITH ANY KIND OF CONTENTMENT IN THESE INCREASINGLY HARRIED TIMES. IT’S A GORGEOUS, CANDID CONFESSION ABOUT THE ODDS WE ALL FACE JUST TO BE HAPPY. GUSTAFSON AND THE BAND STRETCH OUT FOR SEVEN MINUTES, RETURNING FOR A REPRISE AS IF TO REMIND US WE’RE ALL IN THIS PRIMITIVE QUEST TOGETHER. “THE SKY IS CROWDED/WITH A MILLION LIGHTS JUST TRYING TO GET THROUGH ADARKNESS/AND FIND A WAY THROUGH,” GUSTAFSON SINGS AT THE START OF THE SECOND VERSE, HIS VOICE QUIET FROM THE EXHAUSTION OF JUST BEING. IN THE CHORUS, EVERYONE SINGS TOGETHER, LIFTING ONE ANOTHER TOWARD THOSE LIGHTS.

THE WORLD HAS CHANGED DRASTICALLY SINCE GUSTAFSON WROTE AND RECORDED THESE SONGS—ENTROPY, YOU MAY SAY, HAS FOUND THE FREEWAY. IN THIS STARK MOMENT OF UNCERTAINTY, THE DEAD TONGUES’ HYMNS TO UNDERSTANDING YOUR PAST AND FINDING RENEWAL IN THE CHANGING SEASONS ARE MORE VITAL THAN GUSTAFSON MIGHT HAVE EVER IMAGINED. THEY FEEL LIKE A HOMECOMING FOR YOURSELF, A FAREWELL FOR ALL THE GUILT YOU’VE STOCKPILED. AT A TIME WHEN ADMITTING THAT MOST OF US ARE DOING THE VERY BEST WE CAN SEEMS REVOLUTIONARY, TRANSMIGRATION BLUES IS A WELCOME STATEMENT OF RADICAL ACCEPTANCE.

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