Lori Paul & Spiderlodge | The Secret Language of Birds

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The Secret Language of Birds

by Lori Paul & Spiderlodge

Guitarist Rick Genge, percussionist Clay Thornton and vocalist Lori Paul make up this West Coast acoustic trio who write and perform songs alternative, rockin' alt country song from small town Canada featuring the quirky characters who reside there.
Genre: Folk: Folk-Rock
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Betty Ford Brochure
3:41 album only
2. Ahead Of My Time
4:47 album only
3. The Place You Are Bound
4:56 album only
4. Deloraine
4:11 album only
5. Dark Sky Preserve
3:32 album only
6. Lost On River's Inlet
2:59 album only
7. Laundry Breeze
3:48 album only
8. Letter To Louise
3:38 album only
9. Song For Sylvia
1:49 album only
10. Coralee
4:05 album only
11. 3rd House
5:24 album only
12. Roadhouse Red
3:08 album only
13. Toast
3:06 album only
14. Still Life With Rose
2:31 album only


Album Notes
Rick Genge is an energetic multi-instrumentalist whose song writing and playing are the backbone of this musical collaboration. And if Rick is the spine then Lori Paul is the lips and the hips! Paul’s lyrics introduce you to people and places, familiar to those of us who grew up on the prairies and strangely compelling to those who dodged that particular frozen bullet!

Fresh from previous incarnations as r&b belter and jazz chanteuse, Paul’s country roots are showing in the moonlight as we leave Duke’s Roadhouse and make our way home. Even as the hardtop turns to gravel and the forest path darkens into rockin’ rain-drenched grooves, her voice carries and we follow. Fear not! We all wind up back in the kitchen at the lodge, singing old Neil Young tunes and eating blueberry pancakes, seated among dogs wearing hopeful expressions. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Clay Thornton provides the legs we need to get us where we’re going. He keeps us rolling with the natural rhythm of the mackinaw-wearing wilderness walker that he is. You can hear the rush of the river in his playing while you’re listening to the pre-dawn chorus that greets us here at the foot of Little Mountain, as each morning unfolds.

We hope our songs lift off for you like birds in flight. We’ve sent these messengers to hover in your head between listenings, steady as your heartbeat, and we look forward to playing them for you when we meet again, maybe for the first time.



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