Hello! I’m Jeremy Beaudry and this is my current (digital) home in the world (wide web).*
* It's a work in progress.
I recently completed an excellent online class at School of Song called “Home Recording for the Singer-Songwriter” led by Philip Weinrobe, a producer and engineer based in New York. Rather than let the songs I recorded as part of the coursework rot on my hard drive, I’ve polished them up a bit and released them as a sorta single called “Make A Map Of.” My partner in all things and I have resurrected an old moniker, Bergadler, as an entity to record and share songs. This first batch is just me, but I’ll be recording some of her lovely tunes soon. More to come.
Happy New Year! Continuing a new tradition from last year, my family and I have shared some songs that each of us performed and recorded over the last few weeks of 2023. Enjoy, and thanks for listening.
I walked into the woods and found the sun, and the sun found my face, and a chill turned warm and the world was right for a moment.
Unseasonably warm in late October — does “unseasonably” even register anymore? — so I ride north towards Adamant to capture the last remnants of autumn. Stubborn flecks of gold and umber cling to trees. Green grasses stand oblivious to the coming hard frost that will surely topple their proud posture. The gnats (a mainstay of Adamant) chase me off the pond’s edge, but I know what’s in store for them too.
Tucked between Lake Champlain and Burlington’s South End, I trespass the Vermont Railway yard to stand small in the presence of hulking metal machines at rest. Sunlight sets behind the Adirondacks to the west, throwing my shadow into the dark recesses of the train works. The Green Mountain engine waits. The shadows slide up the rusted patina. Oily steel winks briefly, and I move on.