The Artist Explains: Sam Lynch - 'Good Year'
Indie folk artist Sam Lynch hits us deep with her latest release ‘ Good Year’ - a song about loss, confusion and hope. She took a moment to talk to us about the release in more depth.
Hey Sam - so how are you? Your new single ‘Good Year’ is out now. Can you tell us what it is about?
I'm keeping well, thanks for asking! The last few months on earth have been particularly heartbreaking, but I'm hopeful that some major shifts are on the horizon, or already in motion. I'm so happy "Good Year" is out—I wrote the song over a year ago, with a very particular person and experience in mind, but it has morphed to hold a bit of a different space in my life now. The song is about the loss, and hope, and how those two experiences are forever intertwined in a cyclical, repetitive dance.
Where was the track recorded?
Good Year was recorded in Vancouver, in a few different spots: we recorded strings (Stephanie Chatman) and piano with Olivia Quan at Monarch Studio, then everything else was recorded at mine and Sean Wharton's (co-producer) respective home studios.
It is the latest track taken from your album - ‘Little Disappearance’. How is that coming along? When can we get to hear that?
Yes! "Little Disappearance" is set for release this fall. I'm looking forward to putting it out! I am forever grateful to have been able to work with so many talented creatives on the project—it was a learning and growing experience in so many ways, and I feel so excited to share the moments we caught during the process.
Apparently your musical journey begins on a farm in Germany - involving an out of tune piano. Can you tell us a bit more about that?
Music has been a big part of my life for as long as I can remember, but I really started to lean-in to the practice of creating with the intention of sharing a few years ago. I was travelling through Europe, and ended up volunteering on a farm in a tiny German village. I had just come out of a period of a lot of change in my life, and felt like I was floundering a bit; while travelling, it felt like musical instruments kept showing up everywhere I went. The family who owned the farm also hosted weekly choir rehearsals, so at night I would go down into the cellar and play this ancient, wildly out of tune piano and dream about actually giving music a real shot. When I got home a few months later, I kind of hit the ground running, and have been earnestly stumbling my way through ever since.