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Cover of Small Kindnesses

Album · 2020

Small Kindnesses

by Thomas Averill

Heirlooms, cold lakes and neighbours' bicycles: the little gestures that hold a life together.

Tracks

  1. 1. Ninety Miles of Nothing and a SongNinety miles of nothing and a radio full of static. I wanted a song that drives itself.road folk, open-sky indie folk3:54
  2. 2. Reading Glasses in the Cardigan PocketI found them folded in a cardigan, with a tissue and a spool of thread. That was the whole song, really.keepsake folk, cosy acoustic5:05
  3. 3. Last Swim of the YearThe lake was cold as silver and a heron stood there like a question. I swam anyway.autumn folk, hushed indie folk4:24
  4. 4. The Trunk in the Attic Hums a TuneAn attic trunk that seems to hum if you stand still long enough. It's my cheerfullest memory of dust.heirloom folk, nostalgic acoustic3:27
  5. 5. The First Frost Wrote on the GlassI woke before the kettle and the whole garden had turned to silver. I sang it in my socks.winter folk, dreamy singer-songwriter4:21
  6. 6. Press Record on the Open RoadA mixtape for the long way home, twelve songs I trusted not to let me down. I still keep the tape in the glove box.mixtape folk, road singer-songwriter3:29
  7. 7. The Ice Machine Hums on Floor SixThe carpet swallows your footsteps in every hotel I've ever stayed in. The ice machine is the only one awake.hotel-room folk, late-night indie folk4:40
  8. 8. Dub It Twice for LuckMy brother had two tape decks and a stack of worn cassettes. He taught me everything about copying something kindly.tape-hiss folk, brotherly folk3:35
  9. 9. The Ferryman's Last CrossingForty years crossing from one bank to the other. I met a man who did it, and I wrote down everything he said.story-song, maritime folk3:49
  10. 10. I Know Your Bicycle, I Don't Know Your NameA basket of daffodils and a bell with a flair. I never learned her name, but I know her bicycle very well.neighbourly folk, smooth acoustic4:05
  11. 11. Freewheeling Down Mill HillTop of Mill Hill with the wind in my sleeves. The most joyful two minutes I've ever recorded.bright folk-pop, freewheeling folk3:38
  12. 12. Sunday Afternoon Has Nowhere to BeA roast in the oven, a neighbour's mower stuttering, and absolutely nowhere to be. If the record has a centre, it's here.sunday folk, parlour singer-songwriter4:08

Liner notes

This is the record where I stopped apologising for how quiet I am. Every song is about something small: a pair of reading glasses, a bicycle against a wall, a last swim before winter. We recorded it over a long, slow spring with the windows open, and you can hear a blackbird on one of the takes if you listen. I left it in.

Thomas Averill