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Going to wrap things up with one more post in just a second, but I figured that while I’m still running the ship, I’d post these.
Back in the days of the first three albums, Patrick and his cat used to post handwritten letters up on his site with information about the progress of various albums, and occasionally music recommendations. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to throw them up here, since they might be of interest.
If they aren’t readable, I guess save them or open them in a new tab and zoom in. The quality should be high enough to zoom and read.
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Together [Lupercalia/Brumalia] [Dir. Mattias Johannson]
“Alone again in Paris,” Patrick sighs. Alone - his natural state, since the first time he fled there. But first, a delicately plucked arpeggio, a snare roll, a trilled noise of static, a sense of foreboding. “You’ve been on my mind.” Moroder synths and a morose baritone. ”A rooftop in Berlin,” outside the studio, in the middle of recording. Can you believe that this was produced by Alec Empire? “These cities, this view / I see nothing without you.” Not ‘without you I am blind,’ but ‘imagining you here with me.’
The magic of ‘Together’ (lyrics) is that, despite the title, despite the despondency, despite the disco strings***, Patrick doesn’t give up his hard-won independence. “I can do this alone,” he insists, “but we can do this so much better, together.” How easy it would have been to insist ‘I can’t.’ Codependent? Not after the lessons of The Bachelor. But interdependent? Certainly. ”Stronger we stand, together.” True love knows no sacrifice, because when you’re doing it properly it’s compromise. The way he lets his voice soar - finally - on the chorus, the swirl of the violins, the perfect marriage of sad verses and euphoric chorus. ‘William’ might be the heart of Lupercalia, but ‘Together’ is its climax.
‘Together’ is so great that Patrick recorded an entire new EP around it, is what I’m saying.
*** I lied before, about ‘The Libertine’. Those aren’t disco strings. These are disco strings.
[Lupercalia-era artwork. Brumalia photography by Patti Smith.]
People don’t normally approach me for collaborations but there have been a few really great ones. Marianne Faithful, Tilda Swinton, Patti and Nan Golding were my four most memorable. It’s nice to be asked. It can be quite lonely being a solo musician and going out there and being a bit of an island, so when someone like Patti comes along and believes in your work and believes in you like that, it means a lot.
- Patrick Wolf, “Time for Mr. Wolf,” DIY, April 8, 2011 (source)
The Falcons [Lupercalia] [Dir. Noriko Okaku]
From ‘A Boy Like Me’ to ‘Land’s End’ to ‘The Stars’ to ‘The Messenger’, Patrick’s always been particularly good at writing closing tracks that embrace the spirit of the album that they cap off, while still looking forward to what comes next. ‘The Falcons’ (lyrics) is no exception.
Soaring violin lines supported by a pizzicato violin line and finger snaps/clicks, the song is in a state of perpetual ascent. Birds have always figured into Patrick’s imagery - seagulls in ‘Pumpkin Soup’, the loneliness of ‘Pigeon Song’, the southbound birds of ‘Teignmouth’, the bad luck of ‘Magpie’ and the menace of ‘Vulture’.
If anything, ‘The Falcons’ fulfills the promise of ‘Teignmouth’. Back then Patrick hoped, “when the birds fly south / we’ll reach up and hold their tails / pull up and out of here.” No longer weighed down by history, trauma, fear, guilt or self-loathing, Lupercalia leaves us on a positive note - but one that acknowledges what came before.
Looking up, up, up for you
Looking up, up, up for me
Looking up, up, up for us