Jeremy Jay

A Place Where We Could Go (KLP187)

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This is a debut album containing ten songs, but really it is a cinematic escapade into the mind of a singular individual, Jeremy Jay. A Place Where We Could Go is a statement of fiction and fact, exploring the shadowy depths of an attitude: the romance of life without the people and things that pull down the corners; create your own world. This universe may have a fairy tale look; it may be illuminated by streetlight. But it will definitely be a safe haven for the exploration of dreams. Think vast landscapes of reverberating storybook endings populated by the more charming characters from John Hughes' movies. Jeremy Jay: dancing, singing and playing guitar. A Place Where We Could Go is your hardcopy of the illusive, blonde, Jeremy Jay moon-roof vista. Buena.

A Place Where We Could Go was recorded by Calvin Johnson at Dub Narcotic Studio, Olympia, Wash.

The digital version of this album is available from Bandcamp.

  1. Nite Nite
  2. Heavenly Creatures
  3. Beautiful Rebel
  4. The Living Dolls
  5. Escape To Aspen
  6. Till We Meet Again
  7. A Place Where We Could Go
  8. While The City Sleeps
  9. Hold Me In Your Arms Tonite
  10. Someone Cares
  11. Oh, Bright Young Things


"...His echoey, foreboding baritone and dubby spaciousness recall homemade English singles from more than two decades ago. From its title, 1980s babies might expect "Airwalker" to be about skateboarding, and it still could be, I suppose: "What's in the air when you're walking on air?/ Where can we go when the lights are low?" Jay sings, a pair of questions as open-ended as they are evocative. They're accompanied here by rigid bass groove, skeletal guitars, and billowing synths; Jay's other songs tend to feature prominent piano. I don't know how old Jay is, but he's a blond-headed guy with one of those faces that will probably always look boyish-- more changeling than cherub...unassuming but accomplished, introducing Jay as another artist in search of "something bright and pure," in a city with too few angels." —Pitchfork