Alan Eacret, born and raised in the Midwest, is a true original who has somehow managed to put into music what I and anyone else might be feeling. His music is influenced by his early interest in the Beatles and later other bands such as XTC. His pop [+]Alan Eacret, born and raised in the Midwest, is a true original who has somehow managed to put into music what I and anyone else might be feeling. His music is influenced by his early interest in the Beatles and later other bands such as XTC. His poppy song structure is underscored by a range of chord changes more reminiscent of jazz, and a rootsy groove, perhaps due to the years he spent playing bass around the Midwest in various popular bands such as Boys Night Out.
Caroline Ledeboer was born and raised in the Netherlands. Her interest in American music is reflected in the somewhat folky bent of her writing. With an M.F.A. in Nonfiction Writing from the University of Iowa, she is naturally more focused on the lyrics but has enjoyed the musical collaboration with Eacret, in which her words appear to move across a soundscape. Formerly with the folk-rock band The Bean Angels from Iowa City, she now teaches English as a Foreign Language and takes care of her two children.
Some of Eacret and Ledeboer's thoughts and life are most clearly presented in their lyrics of which follow two examples:
from Oh Willa (A. Eacret)
Oh Willa will I ever see you Will I meet the one I know I've known before Oh Willa will I see your mother Smile in that special way reserved for you
But don't hurry if you feel you just can't make it And don't worry you know I'll understand But if one morning I find you on my doorstep I'll do the best I can
Oh Willa, are you talking to your mother Are you listening to what she has to say Oh honey I understand the problem But I'm afraid I just can't intercede this time
But don't hurry if you feel you just can't make it And don't worry you know I'll understand But if one morning I find you on my doorstep I'll do the best I can
Oh Willa, I don't want you to see me crying But this time of year it's hard to not feel blue Oh Willa, I try and hide it from your mother But she's smart enough to read between the lines
But don't hurry if you feel you just can't make it And don't worry you know I'll understand But if one morning I find you on my doorstep I'll do the best I can
Oh Willa, are you talking to your mother Is she listening to what you have to say
from Your Father's House (C. Ledeboer)
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