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forestlike

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    160 gram black vinyl LP in screen-printed chipboard jacket w/ insert, lined inner-sleeves & polybag. limited to 300 copies.

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1.
all into the day in an awful hurry ignore whatever they say and enjoy the journey for all the mistakes i have made have tamed and refined my wild ways be bright enough to see it's a dim lit hallway have a look through trees, they are not in the way all of these things i'd like to be more than enough for you and me don't you be like that killing time, living bad i know the day is new this battle cry was made for fools and they want to phone it in they want to dream again
2.
goodnight children a cosmic danger has come whispering answers to questions to ease your concern feeling suspicious and empty with lessons to learn keep a safe distance, surround me with vibrant fern wait for tomorrow, tomorrow morning be heard we'll all be forgiven and less than we were before but i had my heart set had my heart set on more if you haven't lost yet be prepared for the war main street is empty, words are erased from the page it's an endless rehearsal where i always feel out of place a new day is coming but it just seems so far away in all of your anger, kindness was all that you gave you found it shocking the rest of the world's not the same if that were to change you, it would be a terrible shame
3.
tell me i'm okay and alive in the waking world died in the final thrill tell me what to think, my mind is a mobile phone i am a sinking stone time just gets away even at my best i just fall far behind in this life of crime never could play chess or memorize my lines i'm pisces all the time it's just that way i guess falling backwards out the door light across the floor even if you don't have to say it build a bridge to a new home don't you steal my hope you don’t have to say…
4.
these old wires don’t need shit to cause a campfire sit beside the lamplight and conspire these old thoughts can creep in and lay the haywire journal all the ways you are tired light up turning in lay down in sin insinuate the real thing insist upon the real things these old nerves can belittle your belonging no one’s really strong anyway these old friends know the way to keep the fire bright burn away the chords till you’re right
5.
now we're so far from flight, butterflies in a frame one day we might, light everything staying up late, for bonfire and cake pray to the saints, help is on the way oh well be the one that will tear the day apart for you’re only a part of the world now give bread to the trees, outside of your door a garden at ease, long into the war winter of dreams, ending in the spring an old color scheme, to help keep you warm
6.
a million chimneys cough out a stubborn ballad with every note the stars get harder to see it’s winter, it’s midnight, and black has turned to blue now the whispers and wonders are pregnant and full of belief the grass is covered and swelling around us as we lay on our backs and try not to breathe time as we know it has slowed to a wrinkle the sparrows and judges are sleeping in heavenly peace
7.
weatherman 03:33
another lost holiday is gone another town is burning down, that's all i know i've been fooled by the weatherman ice in these veins, who says that you can't complain on a nice day politicize the possibilities, it's all the same so many ways to violate the brain i don't talk to you that much but i keep you on my mind pull the weed out by the roots and leave the dead behind full of hope and privileged luck i still believe in love that's cliché, or maybe not it's the only thing i've got to keep from nodding off and that's enough
8.
bird 03:06
lay softly down, dead leaves are blowing all over this town i drive for miles, i have a job, i am always for sale i change myself with each new day, i pray to be anyone else stay safe and sound, it's gone to hell, i am a bird on the shelf for all that is telling and insightfully bleak i'm feeling better than i have in weeks i am like you, in case you can't tell, i keep it all to myself i stayed awake for days and days, i tried to figure it out sweeter than honeycomb, i still want to know what you know mother earth don't bother me, i just want a place to call home
9.
i’ll give you the key to me, it’s a simple thing the diagnostic criteria is met did you plan for behaviors, did you even plan for anything? all the things that i said that i wish you could forget and i won’t be over your head tonight let’s get specific, let’s get bent tonight i can go from zero to sixty eventually you never really know what will end up in the net it happens more than you think it will, even on your deathbed rattling around like the marbles in your head
10.
wilderness 02:44
somewhere out in the atmosphere a full wolf moon when the sky is clear i'm finally here for the first time in years the rain poured down for a couple of days washed away all my blue blooded things i begged for change, now i wish they'd stay the same honey wait, you wonderful thing i've been asleep, waiting for spring to come i've memorized the celestial sphere this universe where we drop our fears and run the wilderness is a passing phase the plans you make are subject to change it was familiar once, but now they've rearranged i've monetized on my chameleon ways been carried away by the radio waves i've heard enough and it all sounds the same
11.
peace be with you now you're on again you've always been, well i don't know keep it with you on a summer day you're half-awake in the afternoon oh i want to know is there nothing more worth fighting for? oh even though there's nothing more worth fighting for peace be with you, are you running out? was your path about to break you down? every plastic heart was full of holes and i suppose it was way too soon peace be with you, are you almost home? i’ve always known, you’ve always been something different, an original unpredictable, now and then

about

Jared Myers (Daytime Volume) and Joshua Wayne Hensley (The Rutabega) have reunited after a decade lost in the limbo of northern Indiana. Forestlike's self-titled debut embodies a lifelong friendship rendered in sibling harmonies, nylon strings, and splintered beats.

Watch the video for 'sinking stone' here:
bit.ly/forestlike_sinkingstone

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Jared and I met as scrappy young writers in the late 90’s, and learned much of what we know about music by playing together on porches, in basements, dive bars and DIY spaces in various bands and configurations. We remained close friends but went several years without making music together while I focused on The Rutabega and Jared became a bit of a hermit.

A few years back, Jared mysteriously acquired a couple nylon-stringed instruments and some recording gear and started sending me some rough demos of songs he was working on. I was _delighted_ and in turn sent him a couple voice memos of some quieter tunes I had been sitting on. We officially started working on the songs that would become forestlike in Jared’s home studio in late 2019, and then... well, you know.

Unsure where the songs would end up but not wanting to lose the spark, we agreed to keep chipping away — tracking parts separately and sending them back and forth until they took shape. Working on these recordings was a lifeline during a very heavy time, and at some point we realized we had the makings of an album that felt special and important to both of us. We eventually settled on the name forestlike (after several embarrassing emails), and I completed the final mixes before sending everything off to Carl Saff who mastered the album at his Chicago studio.

tell me i'm okay and alive in the waking world
died in the final thrill
tell me what to think, my mind is a mobile phone
i am a sinking stone
time just gets away

Those lines from ‘sinking stone’ and the way the song came together encapsulate a lot about the album. It started as a short piece that Jared had written while going through a mini health crisis. Even though it ended up being a false alarm, he said the experience left him feeling fragile and paranoid about wasted time. Jared wasn’t sure how the song should end but he sent me what he had, and I pretty immediately came up with the ending section (with a little help from Emily yelling from the other room to “try taking the melody higher on that last line” after I got stuck in a feedback loop). Once the parts were combined the song really seemed to come into focus.

I think ‘sinking stone’ was the second song that we wrote for the album, and as such was one that we were able to record together under the same roof. We laid down the basic tracks in one or two takes each, moving quickly while Jared’s sweet dog Theo was resting so the mic didn’t pick up his clacking on the wood floor. Jared had worked out some mellotron and orchestration parts before I got there thinking that they may fit the middle 8. Even though he wasn’t planning on keeping those takes, the demo tracks worked perfectly to meld the two different parts of the song and ended up staying in the final mix.

The video for ‘sinking stone’ — shot and edited by Nathanael Trimboli (Videographica) at some of our favorite local parks and nature preserves — documents the first day that Jared and I were able to come back together and play some of the album’s songs in person. It really was a perfect day, and Nate couldn’t have captured it more beautifully.

It’s always a little awkward to write about your own music, but for me forestlike is about finding the joy in small quiet moments, slowing the scrolling screen of this modern life, and learning to be okay even when you’re sinking. Two old friends working out melodies and chords to keep the fire bright and stay connected.

-jwh

credits

released November 3, 2023

all songs by jared myers & joshua wayne hensley

lap steel on (9) by John Barlow
mastered and lacquers cut by Carl Saff
forest image by Esther
design & printing by Nicholas Erickson at Repeater Press

~~~patsy presents~~~

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