Today Wished Bone premieres the video for “Trees We Couldn’t Tell The Size Of” via The FADER. Check out the premiere here. Described by The FADER as “a windows-down indie track built for summer road trips.” The video was directed by Spencer Radcliffe & Ashley Rhodus and shot by Brad Petering. “Trees We Couldn’t Tell The Size Of” is full of everyday tasks being completed in places where they normally wouldn’t be. Wished Bone’s upcoming album Sap Season is due on 11/1.
Regarding the song & video, Ashley explained: “We shot the video in one day on the Angeles Crest Highway north of LA. This is one of my favorite songs on the album sonically — the chorus contains the first harmony I’ve ever put into a song. I don’t normally think of harmonies, but every once in a while I’ll accidentally hear one. Last year driving through the Pacific Northwest I noticed that the trees lining the highway looked like they could be the size of the a mailbox or a car or a house all at once. This kind of scale trickery hits me often and in different ways; the sort of things they say about the true size of molecules and the universe. The idea for the video started with the vision of washing dishes in a puddle, and evolved into the central theme of the whole thing: doing indoor activities outdoors, or more specifically — doing the right thing in the wrong place. The ironing scene was originally going to be at the beach, but we stumbled across the little lagoon and it felt just like a living room.”
Wished Bone, the folk project of Ashley Rhodus, began with borrowed instruments and broken tape machines in an Athens, Ohio basement called The Pseudio. Rhodus, plant biologist turned bartender, finds peace in viewing human behavior and emotion as organic and normal parts of nature; a flower opens up because it is meant to. Often accompanied by instrumentalist Wandering Lake, stripped down melodies float like a cloud atop Kupillas’ subtle drones, simple guitar licks, and clean drums.
Have you ever heard the kettle whistle from the other room, just letting it sing for a moment, working out yesterday’s crossword in the late afternoon? If so, there’s a fair chance that the world contained within Wished Bone’s forthcoming record, Sap Season, will feel something like home. Cellar Belly, released in the summery months of 2018 and serving as Wished Bone’s full-length debut, was a wide-eyed romp through tales of love, sex, the natural world and beyond. Ashley Rhodus’s voice fluttered like the flame of a candle over easy strummed guitars and tight drums, adorned with modestly psychedelic keys, and well placed guitar leads that seemed to be weeping like a willow.
A year and some change later, Rhodus returns with Sap Season – a grandly lucid journey through a universe occupied by amateur astronomers, the wisdom of bartenders, motel smokers with four star dreams and big ideas. Produced by Phil Hartunian at Tropico Beauty in Los Angeles, the album takes a graceful leap forward in fidelity while confidently holding onto the primitive sensibilities contained deep within the project’s Ohio roots. Well rounded listeners will recognize Rhodus’s songwriting and arrangements as those of an artist who understands the tropes of styles like Folk, Pop, and rock (especially when augmented by prefixes like “psych”, “experimental”, “avant”) but as is always preferable- has a sound entirely their own. At the center again are the signature lilting guitar strums and vocal that tends to drift over the music like a feather, though the new level of clarity lets them fully bloom and shine out. Held down with a straightforward rhythm section of tight, dry drums and steady, clean bass; arrangements show great restraint while enticing with well placed splashes of tractor beam synth, tumbling piano, placid clarinet and more.
All of this serves as the sonic vehicle for a fresh batch of stories from a mind concerned with dusty domesticity, playing the hand you’re dealt, and great ideas that are as ethereal as they are ephemeral. Presented in phrases often succinct and void of any linguistic trickery, the meaning to be found within is as flexible as the characters in “Cops,” of who Rhodus sings “Packed for a hike but drove to South Carolina/Looked everywhere for a beach we could sleep on/Nothing is free so we paid for Best Western.” As with many things, it is not about the destination, but enjoying the trip.