Like Wolves, acoustic in Appalachia. 2:23 am

A hot, humid night. 2:23 AM. A cabin somewhere in Virginia.

(Please note: This isn’t a professionally shot video, and the audio is raw; it’s a candid glimpse into the moment shared in the spirit of process and spontaneity. Enjoy!)

During the pandemic, Kathryn and I spent much of our time traveling across the desolate stretches of the U.S. Isolated, unable to make music with the rest of the Lux crew, and with live performance an impossibility, we started playing what we called “concerts for no one”—performances in the remote corners of our ever-unraveling empire with no (human) audience anywhere in sight. For once, hearing crickets after a song wasn’t at all depressing!

It was during this time that we wrote the some of the songs that would later become part of New Wilderness Gospel—including Like Wolves. Though the song was conceived in the Mojave, this recording captures one of the first times we played it through together in full. It’s raw, a bit rough around the edges, but alive.

I remember the Southern heat, the undulating waves of insect drone, the scent of Virginia Sweetspire and bourbon. We were exhausted but elated. And we knew then—Like Wolves was going to make it onto the next record.