A strange collection of women are behind this single visage of an artist.
Laura Gibson play strange and homey sounds of folk on her records one at a time in her ’62 Shasta trailer, gone recording studio, presumably so she can escape her fans demanding mail or and chase her muse. Her Shasta apparently triples as a storage locker, holding her vast collection of drums and strings and winds and such. I’m quite impressed, if not greatly intrigued by the interior dimensions and cabinetry.
Her music has all the markers of folk, simple rhythms, layered sounds, and a consistant humanly paced rhythm. I enjoy it, perhaps you will too. Here’s her site.