Grander Gestures - Old Growth
Mini Album
TC02: Nostalgic Wavs; 02; Yearning;
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Hey this is Skwirl here to gab at you briefly about the records we have coming for this year’s thematic cluster! The theme is Nostalgic Wavs and each record has been linked to a concept under the rather large umbrella of nostalgia as a function of emotional attachment to memory.
Our second record for Nostalgic Wavs is Southern California based composer Coleman Goughary’s singer-songwriter debut as Grander Gestures. It is our “Yearning” record - as categorised on our Nostalgic Wavs map as Past, Reflective; Unknowing. (see below)

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Coming from last summer’s widely praised and well received Blessed In The Grand Scheme - an ambient symphony for chamber orchestra and electronics released on Mad Zach and yunis’ Antispace imprint, it’s with no small joy that we welcome his first foray into lyrical based songcraft to Woodland Creatures.

Each of Coleman’s five expansive pieces here are achingly tender and painfully raw echoes of one processing loss and the growth that inevitably emerges in its wake. The writing process spanned some of the most incredible moments of love found, love lost, hope manifested and hope dashed, discovery, inspiration, and soul crippling loss; and, these songs ring out in some instances as confident declarations of love and acceptance, and others as gasps for air and cries for solace and reconciliation.

Each evocation is beautifully underpinned by a staggering musicality and density that will be of little surprise to those lucky enough to experience Blessed In The Grand Scheme in all its lithe, earthily spiritual expressions of neo-classical composition. Farthest away from being a collection for the dancefloor this is narrative music for quiet moments, stillness, and emotional resonance.

It’s the kind of record that I as a teenager would have internalised deeply and been monumentally moved by - and that moment of lovingly reaching back across one’s life with new learnings and strengths to embrace the core of one’s roots and identity is the comfort that “Old Growth” seeks to cultivate. Despite being distinctly personal in perspective, much of Coleman’s record resonates outwardly with haunting accuracy.

As an effervescent denouement, Woodland Creature Tsodor (of last year’s stunning “Diffused Nocturne” LP) spins a web of silken sonic thread: weaving together grains of sound lifted carefully from the songs to guide the listener homeward with a conclusion that breathes and sways just long enough to become completely engrossing - only to end suddenly…leaving one yearning to restart, sit in silence and process, or simply to rest: delivered from this profound musical and emotional journey.

All tracks written, produced, and performed by Grander Gestures except “Old Growth Outro” which was produced by Tsodor

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Sweet Nothings: Ian Jay on Drums, Dennison Blackett on sax

Rosannadanna: Gareth Middlebrook on Drums

Loving Holding: Dustin Ragland on Drums

Tree Rings: Gareth Middlebrook on Drums, Ryan Diloreti on Spoken Word

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Mixed by Clinton Welander at Sunset Sound, Hollywood

Mastered by Jacob Korn @ Tailout

Artwork and design by Christian Barker

Distributed digitally by EPM Music

Copyright © 2025 Grander Gestures (Coleman Goughary)
℗ 2025 Woodland Creatures
All Rights Reserved

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On Bandcamp

Old Growth

You’re in part the definition of home
A moving feature
Every day is different
But you’re always in the same places
You’re in my heart
Sleepin’ away
Or staring at me
You’re the one keeping me adjusted
Maryjane sweetness
Never-ending search for warmth
Giving me all the love you know how
I fall right asleep
You and me
How could I be more like you?
There’s ancient secrets in
Your eyes never judgment
And never resentment
Please let your magic through me
Heard the thunder boomin’
On your ascension
I fall right asleep
You and me
How could I be more like you?
There’s ancient secrets in
Your eyes never judgment
And never resentment
Please let your magic through me

Rosannadanna

on Bandcamp

produced by https://soundcloud.com/tsodor

https://www.instagram.com/tsodormusic/

Old Growth Outro (feat. Tsodor)

Do do do do do
A life is your kingdom
So gather strength and spin the wheel
Set aside the screens, trust the routines
And serve yourself
Oh hold on, have some love for yourself
Make a move, a step at a time
Is this what your dream is?
A house with gardens and birdsong
Oh nurtured into a passenger
Oh doubting yourself
Do do do do do
Well hold on, have some love for yourself
Make a move, a step at a time
So you’ve got ambitions
Well don’t hurt yourself wishing
Is one drink worth the plastic cup?
You can’t seem to finish a damn thing
Or even make the attempt in the first place
So what do you want?
Go on
You put it off, for what?
You can’t ask why if you don’t try
Do do do do do
Well hold on, have some love for yourself
Make a move, a step at a time
Oh, hold on, have some love for yourself
Make a move, a step at a time
Is this what your dream is?
At home in the mountains with your coat on?
Where has joy been found since you were a boy?
Anoint yourself
Mind the daydreams, birth works into being
So go on
Do do do do do

Sweet Nothings

Used to check the playlist for her latest favorites
But now it’s just tape hiss
She wanted to sing with me but we only found the chance
Walking down the street before the romance
Well this is where her harmony would go
Took her for granted though so now this is a solo
Singing a song to an empty space where she might’ve been if I’d have been patient
But I didn’t say her name within her gift
Apparently lessons are learned in moments like this
I’m bitter ‘bout this one
I know what I did and what I should’ve done
I want to turn back time and say her name like I mean it
Chances are she never saw how I held forth about her
Every time I was made to disclose
A flush and a batty smile arose upon my face
Everyone knew I meant: true love awaits
I adored everything she’d send me
And I abhor the day it ended
Because I defended my flippant impetuosity
Trading one phenom for another
Now choice has rent asunder
Can’t sway disenchantment
It’s not about the honey drip, it’s not about the money clip
It’s all about the stunning sip of love she gave me every time her eyes met mine
Now when I scrutinize those letters
I recoil unsettled as styrofoam squeaks together
I said a thousand words and she said 77
Mine scattered out into the ether creating galaxies of dust
And hers combust into my soul like an imploding star
My compass needle shakes as my poles are flipping
I see how firm and steady hers are
I aspire to be magnanimous, I’ll admit my mistakes
I was selfish, I broke the space
I’d sown guilt in my haste
Well when I’m hurt I tend to hurt back
I’m committed to reprogram that
She don’t know how I can grow
She don’t know that there’s no need to go for good
I can do the work I can fix the hurt
But that’s just not how trust works
I held the precious flower
Entrusting and blooming only for me
But when it all soured
A graceful retreat and recantation
Her rare beauty won’t bloom again for me to see

There Was a Moment There

Time, change, future, fear
Concede, reprieve, release, belief
Free, failure, purpose, unknown
Patience, action, confused, identity, mirrors
Somethin’s amiss
In this reverent stillness
Hmm, searchin’ for truth
Burning daylight stuck in a loop
Like a moth to a flame
Such a shame
Remember when it was cool
This neighborhood’s not the same
Who the heck are all these fools?
Diner’s going out of business
Everywhere are signifiers
Lingered enough to witness
The cycle transpire
Brilliant position
Such good fortune
(Wow) very exertion
Much spirit extortion
(How) how troubling
So system
Many cares for nothing
Wisdom
Somethin’s amiss
In this reverent stillness
Hmm, searchin’ for truth
Burning daylight stuck in a loop
Like a moth to a flame
To a flame such a shame
Look around it’s just not the same
My dear
Worldview paradigm shift
Whose interests? Who’s validating?
Who’s at the helm and who’s navigating?
My dear
Drifting drifting drifting drifting
Wayward wayward wayward wayward
Atrophy apathy atrophy apathy
Agency agency ohh
Legacy destiny legacy destiny
Perfection discretion perfection discretion
Dreams dreams dreams dreams
Happy happy ohh
Concede release reprieve
Light dark ohh
Loving holding
Loving holding
Loving holding
Loving holding

Loving Holding

*Dedicated to Ryan Jorgenson

I couldn’t cry for two days
I was searchin’ for somethin’
I was lookin’ at our old pics
And they just made me smile
Well today when I sat down
To check out this demo
It all came over me
It made me think of you
And how I wanted to show you
I know you like shit like this
And I’m not gonna lie
I was hopin’ you’d direct the video
But I won’t see you no more, no more, no more
Giddy up (what’s the rush?)
Before you can blink, it all goes dark
Click on the light of these tree ring lamps
See what I still got
I feel myself breathin’
I hear the jays singin’
I see the pines swayin’
I smell the incense burnin’
I taste the tears comin’ down
We set the bar so high
Just need more damn money
Gotta quit these cigs, yeah
Hey, I’m gona do it for you
Do you remember that girl
Who I told you that I was gona marry?
I think I messed it up
Click on the light of these tree ring lamps
See what I still got:
I feel all my feelings
I feel my love unfurlin’
I feel the sacred privilege
I feel another chance
I’m tellin’ my people I love them
I’m swimmin’ in the cool blue water
It could be the last time
I wake up to see the sunrise
It takes my breath away

You’re pure light
Pure light, pure spirit, and you always were
I wish you were still here with us, but in this life everything happens exactly on time
No photon’s ever late, and no photon’s ever early
And you were in the right place at the right time to take that picture
So it wasn’t just another picture, it was art, an expression of love written in light
You’ve made historians of us all
I’d rather it weren’t this way, but as I look at our time together, it’s full of stories I’ll share with my children
And they’ll know your name
They’ll see how I brighten up when I speak of you
You’re pure light, brother

Building stories with friends in your life
Means surely less regret on your deathbed
Hold dear the humans who make you better
Grant them every ounce of your light
Building memories with friends in your life
Means surely less regret on your deathbed
Hold dear the humans who make you better
Grant them every ounce of your light
Dear friends in your life
Who make you better
Dear friends in your life
Share every ounce of your light
I’m tellin’ my people I love them
I’m swimmin’ in an ocean of their love
You never know, it could be the last time
It takes my breath away
I’ll remember your face and your voice
And those times we laughed at the dumbest jokes
I’m grateful for you my friend for bein’ the reason
That I even wrote these songs to play by the fire

Tree Rings

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