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In The Garden, By The Weeds

by Josaleigh Pollett

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arianna74 Refreshingly gripping and addicting! Favorite track: July.
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ollie gn I'm in constant awe, listen after listen, how this album is so perfect and aligns with some pretty particular feelings and experiences of mine. Tis the sign of a major artist that blends the personal and the universal with confidence and ease. Favorite track: Bad Dreams (Not Broken).
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P:DuB Gets better with every play, beautiful album 🙏
Luke
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Luke An album that feels like it's about to burst. Josaleigh and Jordan's music is intimate and tentative on the outside while constantly on the brink of being overwhelmed by the feelings just under the surface. Brimming with ideas from end to end.
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Daniel You know that thing where you really love an artist's last album and so there's a part of you that's worried that when they have a new one coming out, you won't like it as much as the last one? Well, you don't need to worry about that with this album, it's incredible.
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harnold86 Powerful, introspective lyrics sung against a rich mix of electronic and instrumental melodies. A companion for when you're feeling a little lost and low. Favorite track: Empty Things.
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1.
YKWIM 05:06
YKWIM Somewhere between confidence and self-deprecation. “You know what I mean?” I say it, then I flip through the stations. She’s lookin’ at me and i’m lookin’ for the feeling. I feel it spinning, but I know that we’re on different rotations I want to cry in the arms of somebody that knows me. I think I’ve been trying - but I don’t want anybody to know me. No I don’t want anybody to know me. Somewhere between burning out and self-isolation. I don’t know what that means, but I bite my cheek until I can taste it. I think I like me, Hell I think that I might like everybody. But I’m looking at me, and I don’t think that I know how to love me. I want to cry in the arms of somebody that knows me. I think I’ve been trying, but I don’t want anybody to know me. No I can’t let anybody know me. No I don’t want anybody to know me.
2.
Empty Things 03:50
Empty Things The kind of intensity that had me driving through snow storms A spark that didn't hurt, a language that I had hoped for. (it's what I thought I deserved) (it's what I thought I deserved) (a pleasure not a burden) (the fire not the ashes) What does that say about me? The only things that fill me are empty Thank god that sadness is easy, Tried holding onto anger, but it holds me. poetry through chapped lips, your teeth chipped. "It depends on how you look at it." (It's what I thought I deserved) (A pleasure not a burden) (The fiire not the ashes) What does that say about me? The only things that fill me are empty.
3.
The Nothing Answered Back Is it okay? The way you miss before you knew better? When you could change the shape of love depending on the weather? When flowers in the concrete couldn’t break your heart for days? The death of a small animal now whispers “nothing stays” Aren’t you grateful for the nothingness? The way that sparks don’t catch? You asked for this and here it is - The nothing answered back. Do you feel shame? The way you live like you deserved it better? Is it your age? Collective pain? Or just the constant fretting? You pick up every person just to try them on for size, And whisper to yourself again “We’re all supposed to try.” Aren’t you grateful for the nothingness? The way that sparks don’t catch? You asked for this and here it is - The nothing answered back.
4.
Bad Dreams I woke up crying again. Some particular dream that had caused me to spin. Made up some scenes in my head that I don’t want to be in. I woke up fearful again - with a gasp about nothing. Clasp my chest as it gets back to beating and I fall asleep again. Having bad dreams about you/about me. I don’t dream about good anymore. I fall asleep quickly. I am fast to the place without pain. But these days it is dark in there too, and I’m forgetting my own name. Watch the scene go up in flames. Try to scream but I just can’t remember your name. No I just can’t remember our names.
5.
cinderblocks 03:53
Cinderblocks Don't tell me how you feel - this isn't peace. They broke into the house, left handprints on the screen. You've got a leg up on me - you know my songs and what they say - you sing along. What you thought before - you ran out of breath. I can hear you curse my name so softly through the vents. I am made of stone; could be forgot. Collecting dust while you leave my love notes out. Can't give you what you need. A piece of mind. A steadfast lover that keeps your time. Wish cinderblocks were red instead of gray. I'll slam the door and walk the year we had away. I am doomed to make the same mistakes: not knowing who I love or how to tell the care from hate. Foxtails and field thistle, tinder on the flame. Hear the fire whisper reasons not to stay. Everybody thinks they know a fix for what we've seen. Take this picture - ain't she lovely? In the garden by the weeds.
6.
Not Easy, Not Forever I only feel present when I am alone It’s starting to make me lonely. Cant enough sleep when it’s all I do Why get out of bed in the morning It’s not easy but it’s not forever. Feels like I’ve been growing this garden for years and I guess that I do see some progress Pullin up weeds while i wipe away tears I am starting to tire of the process Running outta space for the excess It’s not easy but it’s not forever Took a long time To be okay on my own Am I giving up what’s mine If I let myself be know? If I meet you in the glow Of the garden overgrown? It’s not easy but it’s not forever
7.
Jawbreaker 03:41
Jawbreaker Cut my tongue on the biggest jawbreaker I could find. I was young - licking sugar off my hands to pass the time. Feelin’ harsh. And I’m sick the day before it’s halloween. Come so far - there are pieces I could pass for make believe. What if at the center I am just more of the same? What if at the center I am just more of the same? Sugar and cement fill in the tunnels in my brain Feeling soft. Red color on my lips to show the scar. When we kiss - metallic cold, old hurt is not that far. I was screaming - bloodied in my fathers arms. We keep dreaming. Statues cry, we don’t know why it’s still so hard. What if at the center I am just more of the same? What did not hold me, could not hold me What if at the center I am just more of the same? What did not hold me, could not hold me
8.
Earthquake Song I’m too tired to have an opinion. Coughing up smoke from a decade ago. I didn’t bargain for these sorts of feelings. I don’t believe when you say you don’t know. Was that another earthquake? Or just the garbage truck? I bet we forgot to take cans out baby, I bet that we’re shit out of luck. I could have sworn that I knew you already, Why am I learning just now who you are? I used to think I could trust myself fully, But I’ve never been one to be thrown that far. Was that another earthquake? Or was it just more fireworks? I bet that they’re catching our lawn on fire. I hope that the flame doesn’t hurt. I can see the good in anything - do you want me to?
9.
July 05:50
July I'm doing it all. I'm holding myself. I'm taking a walk. I'm writing a lot. I was seeing someone, now I get enough sleep. I'm pulling up weeds and I planted a tree. But it feels like my heart shape has changed. And I know that things won't be the same. I drink enough water. I let myself cry. Do you think that’s alright? I hope that's alright. I'm doing too much. Like I always do. I'm hoping to have better brain days soon. The dogs are alright, but I miss you sometimes. Keep telling myself that it's gonna take time I'm talking it out. I'm noticing shapes. I'm calling out patterns. I'm taking more space. I call up my dad. I get through the day. I'm proud of myself. Sometimes it is okay. But it feels like my heart shape has changed. And I know that things won't be the same. I stopped drinking whiskey, and I’m open to love. But It isn't enough. It isn't enough.

about

Tending to a garden is careful work. Trimming, watering, monitoring, feeding (and if you’re lucky, beautifying). As the caretaker, you want the plants to have fruitful lives amidst all the environmental obstacles, all of the other plants growing around them, everything that’s out of the plant’s control — the weeds. Staying alive is the goal, digging in deep to uproot the weeds and find their patterns is the hard part. Salt Lake City songwriter Josaleigh Pollett’s third album In The Garden, By The Weeds is an honest collection of dynamic and distorted pop songs and the first album Pollett considers self-reflective. Recorded over a year in a bedroom with close friend and collaborator Jordan Watko, each song possesses an attention to detail and cinematic atmosphere that could only be created by patience. Pollett digs into their personal garden and delivers candid, wistful, and liberating moments that create a relatable exploration of emotions over Watko’s intricate and metallic soundscapes.

“No, I don’t want anybody to know me” —Pollett repeats on album opener “YKWIM.” Beginning with clicks of static and a minimal beat, the song unfurls into a beaming pop sing-along after sporadic pokes of fuzzed-out guitar and pitch-shifted vocals burst open its elegant foundation. “YKWIM” contains many of the album’s defining qualities as this sincerity and playful production can be found on each song. Watko recalls using Pollett’s lyrical themes of self-discovery and doubt to create sonic atmospheres that felt “organic, yet corrupted.” By just a few minutes into the record, you can feel Pollett trying to eliminate the static and reveal the clarity of their inner self.

Coming from a musical family, Pollett “doesn’t remember a time in their life when music wasn’t the main event.” After playing shows around SLC for the last 15 years, they began collaborating with bandmate Watko in 2019. Following the recording of the 2020 album No Woman Is The Sea over weekends at the studio, the pair were feeling burned out and intentionally resting. But Pollett couldn’t stop writing.

“Cinderblocks,” described now as the crux of the album, was released as a single in 2022 without an album in mind. Its strong visual themes and Pollett’s soul-bearing songwriting style unearthed a charge of inspiration strong enough to fuel the pair’s creation of a full album. The song concludes with “Take this picture - ain't she lovely? In the garden by the weeds.” And so the reflecting and routine home-recording sessions began.

Though the album title is quite earthy, the songs on In The Garden, By The Weeds are anything but. Without the time-crunch at a studio, Pollett and Watko felt free to experiment with sounds they were unfamiliar with. “Little hiccups in frequencies became whole blueprints for some of these songs.” Pollett remembers. Stacks of soulful and inspired vocals are often the grounding force amongst pulsing bass and swirls of reversal. The songs can feel on the verge of collapse with a dreamlike uncertainty, making Pollett’s melodies and the pain they convey all the more compelling.

Much like “Cinderblocks,” album highlights “Bad Dreams” and “The Nothing Answered Back” contain the dark indie pop stylings of Daughter or The XX, while “Empty Things” exudes the warmth of a driving anthem by Sharon Van Etten. On “Empty Things” Pollett explores the exciting ferocity and exasperated lows of relationships (“the kind of intensity / that had me driving through snowstorms.”) “What does that say about me?” they repeat over a toppling midtempo beat and sparkling synths. Winds, bowed banjo, and pump organ complete the track’s grand arrangement, performed by Bly Wallentine, one of a handful of musicians featured on the album, all of who are local to Salt Lake City. “I’ve been blown away by the talent in the SLC scene and want to always be putting energy and love and time back into it. Seeing these younger, mostly queer folks come up in the scene and giving it everything they’ve got gives me so much hope and joy.”

Album closer “July” gives In The Garden, By The Weeds a poignant sensation of closure and freedom. As the song gradually builds upon a bright and danceable beat, Pollett confronts the maintenance of their body, their garden. (I drink enough water. I let myself cry / I'm pulling up weeds and I planted a tree.”) Through a fusion of calculated electronic atmospheres and conversational self-reflection, In The Garden, By The Weeds encompasses the highs and lows of human vulnerability, the bravery of exposing your own roots, and the catharsis that comes with persisting against the elements. “There are weeds in the garden” Pollett declared. “They are just as much a part of the garden as the flowers and vegetables. The messy parts and the hard parts of being alive are part of it.”

(Mallory Hawkins, 4/2023)

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released July 14, 2023

All songs written and performed by Josaleigh Pollett and Jordan Watko in Salt Lake City, Utah from 2021 - 2023.

Winds, bowed banjo, and pump organ on “Empty Things” and “Earthquake Song”
by Bly Wallentine.
Additional vocals on “Earthquake Song” by Nicole Canaan and Aisling,
and on "YKWIM" by Dylan Lyver.
Drums on “July” by Ryan Shreeve.

Produced and Mixed by Jordan Watko.
Mastered by Andrew Goldring.
Cover illustration and layout design by Helvetica Blanc.
A Lavender Vinyl release

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Josaleigh Pollett Salt Lake City, Utah

Tender and thoughtful DIY indie rock. The band is currently Josaleigh Pollett on writing and singing the lyrics and strumming some of those guitars, and Jordan Watko on literally everything else.

header photo by Kyle Ford. Bio art by @HelveticaBlanc
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