SOUNDTRACK: LOST & PROFOUND-“All Consuming Mistress” (Moose: The Compilation, 1991).
Back in the 1990s, it was common to buy a compilation or soundtrack or even a band’s album based on one song. Only to then find that you didn’t really like anything else on it.
Maybe that single sounded like nothing else on the album. Maybe the movie was almost entirely one genre, but they had that one song that you liked over the credits. Or maybe the compilation was for something you didn’t know, but a song you really wanted was on it, too.
With streaming music that need not happen anymore. Except in this case.
I bought this compilation, used, recently exclusively for one song, Rheostatics’ “Woodstuck.” It’s a goofy song and this is the only place you can get the studio version. The actual compilation was not well documented, so I didn’t know what the other bands on it might sound like. It turns out to be a compilation for Ontario based Moose Records which specialized in Rock, Folk, World & Country. They put out another compilation in 1992 and that’s all I can find out about them.
Lost & Profound has a fantastic name. They are from Calgary and were originally called The Psychedelic Folk Virgins (quite a different concept). The band is based around the married musicians Lisa Boudreau (vocals) and Terry Tompkins (guitars).
This is a slow song sung by Lisa Boudreau. The credits don’t list a violin, but it sure sounds like there’s one on the song. Maybe it’s an e-bow. This song, a low-key folk song seems to be a good representation of the band’s sound. A find this a moody and enjoyable song.
[READ: July 20, 2019] “Forbidden”
This is a story of a woman and her mother. A symbiotic relationship of two women on a farm in Ireland.
In dream, my mother and I are enemies, whereas in life we were so attached we could almost be called lovers.
Her mother was a superstitious woman who looked for augurs and signs. So that when the narrator began writing, her mother said that literature was a precursor to sin and damnation.
Her mother hated the books she brought home from college and when she wrote fanciful pieces for a railway magazine her mother seethed.
The narrator eloped with a man her mother did not approve of. Her mother predicted the year, day and even the hour of the relationship’s demise with uncanny accuracy
By then she had moved to London and her mother (who didn’t believe in writing) began writing letters every other day. The narrator saved them and there wound up being hundreds if not thousands. Her mother also began looking for a house near the farm so she could return. Although she had no intention of going back to Ireland.

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