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Katie Whitehouse’s debut album is graced with not one, but two rainbows…
Katie Whitehouse’s debut album is graced with not one, but two rainbows, writes Andy Hill. The first, rendered in a wistful sprinkle of piano notes on opener Spaces, comes with the delightful entreaty to ‘follow the colours of your rainbow’.The second, on Earthman, alchemises grief into something altogether more lovely – ‘when I think of […]
Drawing Lines – album OUT 17.11.23
D R A W I N G L I N E S OUT 17.11.23Written by Katie Whitehouse PRE ORDER HERE Produced: Dan WhitehouseAdditional production: Chris Pepper / Gustaf Ljunggren Recorded Autumn 2022: The Birdcage, Dudley | Saltwell Studios, Cambridge | Small World Studio, Copenhagen Mixed & Mastered: John Elliott P+C Katie Whitehouse 2023 Want To Know WTK007
Spaces – debut single OUT 14.09.23
Spaces A song about unconditional love.PRE SAVE HERE Piano & Vocal Katie Whitehouse Pedal Steel Gustaf LjunggrenWritten by Katie WhitehouseProduced by Dan WhitehouseAdditional production by Chris Pepper & Gustaf Ljunggren Recorded in The Birdcage, Dudley, Saltwell Studios, Cambridge, & A Small World, Copenhagen in Autumn 2022Reed beds Photography by Sophie GouldCover Photo by Katie WhitehouseA/w […]
The Perfect Circle Of The ‘Everyday’
The perfect circle of the ‘everyday’ arches up, over and around so light can eternally meet the join of dark. The empty glass fills and empties with unnerving constancy. There is a rhythm beyond us,behind us and far ahead.A calm conductor points their baton poking measure into the cornersof each section of the overture of time, freeing tiny silver triangles from forwards momentumof hours, […]
Baptism
(A New Year’s Day poem) It takes a while for her ego to catch up with her energywhich had flown ahead eager She ventures another three careful steps towards the waterbare feet finding a new hold toes feel the familiar edge of smooth worn wood on the pontoonsome of yesterday still pooling in the ridges Toes spread, […]
We are all water
Tapping into a deep seam where a clear river runs underground, I open my palms and stare at them. The liquid within my flesh is the same as the current beneath. We are all water. We are all the blood of life. My bones are the pressed dust of minerals, thousands of years old – […]