EP Review: Field Notes on an Endless Day

Graeme James wasn’t planning on becoming a folk singer. Yes, he trained as a violinist from the age of seven, gradually extending his prowess to include other instruments, most prominently the guitar, and other genres, specifically folk, because the family had a band.

But no, school teaching was the extent of the young man’s ambition, until he discovered the loop and penury almost simultaneously (Warning: Loops can make you poor).

The loop slept with him in his broken-down car while he busked to fix it and survive. He found his wife-to-be playing his guitar instead of just looking after it while he mooched off for a break. Legend.

And now he’s back after a stint in Europe with the fourth of a series of EPs dedicated to the seasons and so this winter, it’s summer and Field Notes on an Endless Day.

There’s an oriental feel as the opening track kicks off but then the sound turns both aching and familiar. Graeme James sounds like someone, I can’t quite figure it out, maybe Al Stewart, but… it’s soothing and traditional and English and Celtic and comforting and seductive and it’s The Tallest Tree, cut down at its knees.

The Angel of St George shows of his rich tenor range with just a touch of endearing croak, that’s for emotion, plus falsetto, that’s for truth. The songs are exquisitely arranged, with lush instrumental background anchored by fiddle and acoustic guitar achingly well picked.

Even summer has sad songs, on the beach and Await the Tide. But then the wind whistles and we are further inland, still the land is barren and the sky is raging and the ship was wrecked but you are there and I’ll stay Close to You.

By now it’s clear that summer is not a happy season and next track strikes out with a sombre riff and a dream of you by the sea and my every desire but I am The Wild and I’m calling and howling and not coming home (it would seem).

With a mandolin wind now blowing, it’s time for an uplift, the optimism of the trees, and the giving of thanks. Happy just to be there when time stood still, taking .

Six songs in all, it’s over before it starts, but I’m wanting more, I want the whole year, and I can’t wait for the upcoming Tuning Fork gig on August 13th to discover the four seasons of Graeme James and his loop.

Could be the finest NZ musician I’d never heard of before now…..