Bon Fortuna

Dreamy, bold and always slightly irreverent, Boston's Kurt von Stetten returns with his 10th solo effort—a glorious dispatch of fearlessly fuzzed-out low-fi pop. Once again written and recorded entirely on his own—with Kurt playing every instruments—Bon Fortuna is truly s DIY gem.

Songs built from overheard conversations and art-school flashbacks span ideas of fear and love and desperation. In Kurt’s own words…

While sailing over they had some grand ideas, but the forest was unforgiving (and so was god... any god). A man can make a world inside- very much as wild, dangerous, and free as outside. Once you give in to an idea and take a leap- you might make history (but the people around you may knock your teeth out in the process). Over a sea of men, fists, and knives you realize your life is precious. Guest lecturers often open with guiding principals and immediate sweeping observations; this is often meant to force a master and apprentice relationship when there really is none (especially when my shit is more John Blaze than that). Guy feelings are so deep and not communicated. A persistent general menaces a town for a rumored treasure (a treasure hidden in plain sight); an enemy bomb breaks a dam and the flood actually results in one of the best harvests in years. I know not to leave my car or mouth running. A man goes to help his former love before he dies (he doesn't need directions- he was taught well), but the journey was not fulfilling. A young man on the E train, having just read Oedipus, exclaims "Oedipus was a pussy". There are lots of rumored (and fake) beasts in dark lake, but the townsfolk usually just end up harpooning each other in the dark. It was a pretty easy mistake if you think about it- I'm sure it will work out- if I don't see you, good luck!