you've just arrived
and you're thinking
is it too early to unpack?

what time tonight
and will there be food?

and now you've forgotten
the Spring nights are cooler here.


worldofabstractdreams.blogspot.com review by Sam Byrd:
Long Distance, Jefferson Pilot's newest EP-length release, eases in with the melodica-soaked "Imperial Pint," and the mood it creates is sustained throughout the album's four pieces. The mood is ethereal and evocative, with a haziness and sense of brooding mystery that is enhanced by half-hidden voices and other more unidentifiable sounds. It's not creepy in the Halloween sense; it's more of a layering of insinuations of the unknown just lurking beyond the edge of realization. "Night Game" continues this experiment with strange percussive sounds and Robert Wyatt-esque vocalizing, further enhanced by the keyboard drone until a separate, more "musical" theme appears and then slowly dissipates in a layered, painterly fashion into a beautiful reverie before morphing into a percussive electronic soundscape. "Warehouse Dream" is a layered concoction of bells, chimes, and music-box keyboard sounds eventually overlaid by a fragmented vocal melody again insinuating more than meets the ear. "Point of Rocks" begins with a hint of "Close to the Edge"-intro style nature sounds as the piece continues to give a sense of almost-realized presences from other worlds, emphasized by the almost-angelic, chopped up vocalizing and by the disembodied questions posed as the piece unfolds and comes to a haunting end.

Long Distance has quickly become among my top favorites of Jefferson Pilot's work, largely because of its suite-like quality and its sustained mood. He has constructed a lovely soundscape of quietly epic proportions-- definitely one for the headphones.

(Full disclosure: Jefferson Pilot's my brother.)