Summer Jets by Iain Archer aches with the grief of a lost love… and damned but his phrasing is unique and amazing. He can take one word and work it into multiple notes and moods. Just one word. Difficult. Feeling. Over. Skyward. There’s brilliance in how Archer phrases words that seem really impossible to put to this particular music, but yet, he does.
But then he takes that genius a step further by using this unique metaphor of summer jet trails standing for love lost. He’s talking about the end of Continue reading “Summer Jets by Iain Archer”