Robin Bacior

Robin Bacior

 Portland, Oregon, USA
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Robin Bacior’s voice speaks of a much older soul. Her songs reveal honest pictures with instrumentation as a medium to illuminate her lyrics. Her songs have received praise from press from larger outlets like NPR, Vh1, MTV, NYLON, L Magazine, CBS, Stereomood, Soundcloud, along with various blogs and college radio stations throughout the states.

Biography

Robin Bacior’s voice speaks of a much older soul. Her songs reveal honest pictures with instrumentation as a medium to illuminate her lyrics. Born and raised in California, Bacior took great influence from California folk traditions and brought them with her to New York. She began collaborating with cellist Dan Bindschedler and the two began to mend in more textured instrumentation, combining more classical arrangements with simple folk structures.
In 2012, Bacior relocated to Portland. In the following year she and Bindschedler collaborated cross-country, sending each other current influences and traveling to play music on both coasts. During this time, Bacior had been having frequent dreams about various bodies of water, and felt it was signifying her grappling with an overwhelming amount of transition. As a result, Bacior wrote a new collection of songs, later named Water Dreams. The songs center around Bacior’s departure from New York, examining the collapse of paths that felt certain, and finding a way to humbly move forward. Essentially, how it feels when it doesn’t work out. Bacior brought the songs to Bindschedler (who has since moved to Portland as well), and the two sat down and arranged more fleshed-out pieces. The music was then presented to recording engineer/producer Rian Lewis. With his technical guidance and the addition of Ji Tanzer on percussion, the songs were recorded at The Secret Society Recording Studio and finished at Lewis’ own studio. The result is something within the realm of New Music; a classical duet playing composed pieces fused with experimentation. Bacior uses the piano as a rhythmic base while Bindschedler laces his cello’s sound through various pedals, creating a more atmospheric, sonically wide space. Throughout the cello/piano movement, Bacior’s alto vocals carry their own strong melodies, and provide the lyrical foundation the instrumental motion is built upon. The sound is large and vibrant, but remains intimate and close, and above all is meant to be an honest offering for a listener to find their own mood and meaning within.
Bacior’s releases have included her debut EP, Aimed For Night (2010), a 7” for Man Before Me on her own label, Consonants & Vowels Recordings (2011), along with her debut LP, Rest Our Wings (2011),  the EP I Left You, Still In Love (2012), and a 7″ for Shapes and Seasons (2012). Her songs have received praise from press from larger outlets like Vh1, MTV, NYLON, L Magazine, CBS, Stereomood, Soundcloud, along with various blogs and college radio stations throughout the states.

Lyrics

Man Before Me

Written By: Robin Bacior

What if you love me for reasons that won’t last,
for a night half past,
you know morning comes up fast,
and you’re left with a day of choosing this and that.

If I make you dinner does it leave me in a dress,
a ruffled mess turning white.
Accented by my hair up tight,
oh it just might break my temples open and reveal my fright.

If I put the man before me
like winters before,
I have seen it decay me,
and I’ll never return to that cold.

There stood a body at the bottom of the stairs,
just staring up there to the top.
Crippled by his age, or maybe just how New York can behave,
meanwhile I’d stopped.

He held me like a rail,
I brought him up to his where,
maybe the city isn’t too rushed to talk.
The need for the hand would’ve read on his face,
had it taken place,
but I’d already chosen to walk.

If I put the man before me,
like winters before,
I have seen it decay me,
and I’ll never return to that cold.

Island

Written By: Robin Bacior

I live on an island
the ones I want are close, so very close to shore
I stayed locked by land while they explore
I fear them to be washing away
roads have stretched out long and I can’t go too far
I hold yesterdays in my arms and put tomorrows at bay
and i’m not a saint.

I watch the sun order the morning to rise,
to mark the hundredth time i’ve woke with a heavy mind
loading thought through the course of the day like a train aimed for night
crowded with no station in sight
and I might long for ground below my feet turn my back on memories
I can’t remember where I placed my loyalties

and i’m not a saint.

I am seeing faces in the trees I seem limbs in the leaves
my thoughts are displaced I am blurred by daydreams
and by the night I am greeted by hot white stars
I have killed another day and am now lonesome for where the water lays
I live on an island held by a ring of shores
I long for them but am not sure what for.
And I’m not a saint.

Discography

"Aimed For Night" - EP - October 2010

"Man Before Me" b/w "Headless Sheep" - April 2011

TBN LP - November 2011