ryley walker “on the banks of the old kishwaukee”
from: primrose green, 2015
“On the banks of the old Kishwaukee, I saw you there
Getting baptized by your daddy when all the love was there
Have you heard the way to love you?
Have you heard their song?
Have you heard the way to hold you?
When you right your wrongs
When you right your wrongs
On the banks of the old Kishwaukee, I saw you there
Getting baptized by your daddy when all the love was there
Have you heard the way to love you?
Have you heard their song?
Have you hеard the way to hold you?
When you right your wrongs
When you right your wrongs”
Mr. Walker joins the legion of guitarists who have left their impressionistic mark on upon a gathering imaginational soundscape. Operating largely around Chicago since 2010, his experiments have pogoed between the avant garde and the acoustic musings explored by the likes of the late Nick Drake. He already has a quietly substantive catalogue of eleven quality recordings.
“Tragedy is when I cut my finger.
Comedy is when I walk into an open sewer and die.”