Hello! I’m Jeremy Beaudry and this is my current (digital) home in the world (wide web).*
* It's a work in progress.
Plasencia Reservoir, Spain
On a borrowed bike in Plasencia, Spain, I follow the path along the Rio Jerte out of town, rounding each bend with wonder at where I’ll end up. I feel the lure of discovery and adventure, yet wonder about how far I can allow myself to travel in the limited time I have, a familiar tension that sometimes leaves me late, or lost. I lose the path, find a road, climb a hill, and then my reward emerges from over the summit: a quiet straightaway over the dam that holds back the embalse de Plasencia — the reservoir to the northeast of the city. Water like plate glass in shadows. More than this expanse, I again behold the particularity of the Spanish sky. Sharp cerulean blue saturates the dome, tufted with low lying cumulus clouds. Echoes of El Greco landscapes mix and wash over me like dry wind, cooling my hot eyes.
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.
Light in the woods, Montpelier, Vermont
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.
Tape collage
Adamant, Vermont
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.