FTH GUEST CONTRIBUTOR MICKEY GALIE ON COYOTE
I’ve seen Coyote a few times and in a few strange places and I always find myself walking away with the same feeling. A feeling of loneliness. But not the broad, general type. It’s the kind of loneliness that you miss when it’s gone. The kind you attach to a moment, or a someone, that’s long gone. A kind of loneliness that lends itself to a memory you’re glad to relive for that brief second in time.
Coyote aren’t making the type of folk music that conjures up images of sitting around a bonfire, singing merrily with one another until five in the morning (although I’m sure Jessi Williams and co. are more-than capable of that as well). It’s the type of folk that has been tragically overlooked for the past two decades and only now is making a resurgence: tragic, romantic, and dark. It’s the type of music that La Llorona, the Weeping Woman, is rocking out to on her headphones in the afterlife while she searches far and wide for the children she birthed and drowned, all for the love of a man who would ultimately spurn her.
[Editor’s Note: The members of Coyote are never known to stay in one place for very long but they have one song available - the deeply memorable and haunting folk tune "Roam Little Gypsy", recorded earlier this year. Keep your ears perked for when Coyote plays in your neck of the woods.]