Following the popularity of Ruth Theodore’s debut album “Worm Food” we are all waiting with intrepidation for her new release “White Holes of Mole Hills” due out this month.
The album contains nine entirely original pieces of characterful storytelling delivered with the utmost care and attention, bringing Ruth’s wholly considered writing to life.
Ruth Theodore is one of those rare talents, for whom creative writing is almost as natural as breathing. Descriptive yet cryptic, honest, tragic, witty and occasionally heart breaking, her deliberate turn of phrase is that of a skilled writer in command of (and having fun with) the idea of contemporary songwriting.
With no disrespect, I consider myself a South Coast refugee. Why? Because I stood helplessly by watching every one of my good friends die. Casualties of… peace and the filtered brutality of middle stream suburbia’s small town mentality.
I used to cobble behind the stand where the bandwagons stopped, marvelling at folk either jumping on or falling off, and each time my hat filled with nothing but loss, I’d wrap my scarf up around my mouth and mumble abuse into its cloth.
But too stubborn to remain stubborn I eventually stowed away, on Dylan by night and Difranco by day. But leading the fickle is like feeding a stray, I’d have ridden on anyone heading that way, that way …back;
…before Glastonbury sold out, back before Glastonbury sold out. Before the Empire struck back with its life sized cardboard cut out. Before the Red Necks and the White Coats and the Boys in Blue got permission, to slip into their khaki under the camouflage of religion.
…before music got it its hair caught in the thick of fad and fashion and delusions of grandeur got tangled up with passion and splattered on our television screens and paper captions the lives of those who for the most would die to get reactions.
But how cowardly it is of me to list internal hardships, and have a pop at people cause we make such easy targets. And how difficult it is, to try and sing like no-one else has sung, and how brilliant it can feel to be pleased with what you’ve done. And how the incidental things will always have much more in tow and how the smallest of things will teach you everything you know.
…and how in the hills tops of Bhaludanda, so far from fad and fashion, there’s a little boy who can dance like Michael Jackson. All the way up there and unaware of what the fuss is, he dances to the rhythm, and they clap until he blushes.
From the forthcoming album: Overflow
From her last Album “Worm Food”: False Alarm
|6th February||Manchester||The Green Room|
|17th February||London||Puregroove In-Store (1.15pm)|
|18th February||London||Monkey Chews|
|24th February||Bristol||The Prom|
|5th March||Southampton||The Hobbit|
|28th March||Bournemouth||Bournemouth Folk Club|
|20th May||London||The Icarus Club|
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