Working on a new record! Meanwhile, this one is a cycle of songs devoted to transformation, and asks for a path to a new sort of kindness. This album is co-produced by rock icon Kip Winger and features guest performances by Ottmar Liebert, Moira Smiley, Jon Gagan, Jerry Weimer, Tawanda Suessbrich-Joaquim, Calvin Hazen, Char Rothschild, Dana Winograd, and Yuko Shimokawa.
“I feel the summons to music in the same part of my heart that feels the seasons; the long light, the deep-seated aloneness in our culture, and its longing for company. Call it quirky. Call it New Mexico. I’ll try to play something for both those lineages, and I’ll hope to heal myself and others along the way.”
Singing songs of his own making, and accompanying them with instruments such as the West African kora, guitar, drums, and percussion, Robby Rothschild draws from the dual wells of tradition and personal expression. Known for his work with his brother, Char, in the duo Round Mountain, as well as his recent international tours as percussionist for Kip Winger and Ottmar Liebert, Robby’s solo work represents a furthering of his search into musical wilderness, and a deepening of rawness and vulnerability such as true wilderness and a path of loss brings to all of us.
Music has called him in many directions, including to Mali, West Africa, whose music infused and possessed him, and to conservatory, where he achieved a master’s in composition. His pursuit of the sound emerging in his ears continues to guide him today.
Writings
Reeking reeds
Our endeavor comes sometimes to this, so many reeking reeds. Not that I would wish it otherwise. Nor is there shame in their rhizomatic work -- making sense and fertile compost of our leavings, our stories beached here like so many resplendent hulls, crosswise to the...
Mezzanine ghosts
OK, ghosts - i do feel you here as ever, this coastline, this shallow and insistent morning, waxing crescent of time. I am a lone protruding rock against so much moving water, facing into the crisp, unopened bud of the year. I feel your tenderness and your distance,...
Wondergrief
Some things have been lost here that will never be found, some shadows have set with the sun. If I find I am alive still and yet, I'll ask myself what I want to become. I'll ask to be washed by some wonderment that is both new, and who I was all along. As my body ebbs...
Ripples on the current
River current in a flat place, I must own you are not often what I see, which might be an audience of wind across your face, or even a tide grinding against you. The flurries and furies and backwaters of the moment have no bearing for or against the certainty of your...
Wounded spiritual bypass
How we pertain to our beliefs-- how our truths can prosess/opess us! In point: "our wounds are our teachers" becomes a brittle one. Yes, I believe something inside that like a coal, or hovering beyond like a great distant height. But right now, the tenacious throb my...
Soul rosin
Soul rosin, grip these strings, let the friction make me sing. Resonance, catch me and speak through. I'm hoping to release a din of nothing to say, in favor of a few necessary vibrations. I'm hoping to help out here.



