Alone on a road sign far from home, “Wilbur By The Sea” was a seemingly random and curiously inviting name. Apparently content with its peculiar identity and at home in its particular place, it greeted a traveling singer-songwriter searching for the same peace about things.
This album was made in bedrooms and living rooms in West Virginia amid a broken engagement and the introspective tension of familiar questions -- identity, location, meaning and direction -- pressing with an immediacy normally diluted by a haze of clutter and haste. Would the answers require a break from the comfort of familiarity? What if escape was just a substitute for comfort as a new means of masking pain?
released 01 November 2011
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