What have I been up to and what’s next?

What have I been up to? 
Thanks to everyone who came out for one or more recent concerts! Your friendly faces mean so much to me. I am still working on my One Breath album. The Mason Jar Jamboree video linked below features guitarist Jeff Mason who will be recording guitar parts for several songs on my new album. Looking forward to that!

If you have not had a chance yet, I invite you to see the new live concert videos on my YouTube Channel.

I video recorded the outdoor concerts I gave Sept. 14 and 15 using a smartphone and shotgun microphone. Since I have not released a Kitchen Chair Session video lately, I wanted to share those concerts with all of you.

Mason Jar Jamboree video —fundraiser event for barn restoration and upkeep of the historical site at a local county park.

Willy Street Fair “Songs of John Prine” videos, Sept. 15, 2019
Songs of John Prine with Jeff Burkhart and Jeff Holcomb
Watch the whole set (in two parts) at these links: Part 1  and Part 2  

If you’re short on time, below are the songs I performed. 
“Angel from Montgomery”
“Far From Me”  
“Sam Stone”  
“Speed of the Sound of Loneliness”

What is next?

See my upcoming concerts at my calendar of events site.

I will also continue working on One Breath and eagerly anticipate releasing that early in 2020.

Thanks, always, for your continued interest and encouragement!

With care,

Kaia

 

Harborage Road revised

I originally wrote this while camping and recalling an abandoned family cemetery I found hidden deep in the woods of the Shawnee National Forest in Hardin County, Illinois. As a girl I spent hours a week engaged in “wandering woodland rovings.” Enjoy.

Harborage Road by Kaia Fowler

If you go down Harborage Road,
you’ll come to a graveyard where violets grow
May Apples spread umbrella leaves.
There lies a girl in the shadow of an ancient cedar
Hiding from harsh, sunlit memories.

And I ask of you, go to her gently.
Wake her from her lonely reverie.
Yes I ask of you, speak to her softly.
Tell her, please, it’s safe for her to leave.

Long ago midst wandering woodland rovings, she stumbled
deep into this flowery glade.
Dogwoods blooming white promises of salvation lured her there
Among century-old graves.

She fell in love with the ancient cedar,
Fell in love with the violet carpet lush and green.
She fell in love with solitude, sweet sorrow,
Fell in love as if into a dream.

And I ask of you, go to her gently.
Wake her from her lonely reverie.
Yes I ask of you, speak to her softly.
Tell her, please, it’s safe for her to leave.

So won’t you go down Harborage Road, go swift, go surely.
Look for the girl though the path prove overgrown.
Go as a wind warm with scents of springtime,
breath of new life in death’s forgotten home.

And I ask of you, go to her gently.
Wake her from her lonely reverie.
I ask of you, speak to her softly.
Tell her, please, it’s safe for her to leave.
Yes, I ask of you, go to her swiftly.
Give her your love,
For it’s your love that she needs.
Oh I ask of you, go to her fully.
So that she may at last be fully free
of Harborage Road. . . Harborage Road.

Click below to listen to the revised song:

Harborage Road revised