A.N.N — Artist with no name
Songs, roads and the things she carries.
THE COLLECTION · FIRST EDITION
Every book
has a sound.
Open a story. Stay for a song.
Worlds that grow, a page at a time.
START WITH A SONG
Dead Ends
Roads & Bridges
When staying begins to cost more than leaving.
A short listen from the opening chapter.
LATEST RELEASE
The first pages
are open.
Different Ceilings: five songs, four alternate takes, Eric’s introduction and supplied lyric pages from ANN’s world.
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SONGS. STORIES. THE SPACES BETWEEN.
A story
still unfolding.
Some stories are told in songs.
Some are in what’s left unsaid.
A guitar. The next town. Somewhere to sleep tonight.
Follow ANN’s world, one piece at a time.
A LIVING STORY BY WILL WEHIREAD A LITTLE. LISTEN A WHILE.
01THE FIRST CHAPTER
DEAD ENDS — ROADS & BRIDGES
What do you keep?
What do you let go?
There comes a point when the question changes. It stops being “Can I make this work?” and becomes “How much more of myself am I prepared to give it?”
ERIC · THE FOREWORD
Eric spent time with ANN, but never learned her name. His voice opens the door; the songs carry you through.
“Stand on the edge,
feel the cold wind blow —
decide what to keep
and what to let go.”
THANKS FOR COMING · A TALE WITHIN THE SONG
Fell Diamond.
“Why Fell Diamond?”
“Neil was already taken.”
Four in the afternoon. A busy shopfront. ANN tunes her guitar and puts out a little bowl. Eric finds a place to sit.
A.N.N · Songs from the unfolding book
Different Ceilings
More written lyrics
Different Ceilings · Alternate takes
Another way to hear it
BETWEEN CHAPTERS
She knows the song.
Her mind is elsewhere.
ANN is twenty-one. She busks, plays clubs and moves between towns. Sometimes a hotel. Sometimes an aunty’s place. She rarely stays long.
Her hands know what to do. Her thoughts might be on tonight, or something a lyric has brought back. She can be capable, guarded and quietly enjoying her music all at once.
FROM WILL’S NOTES ON ANN
THE VOICE AT THE EDGE OF THE STORY
Eric knew her.
Not her name.
A Black American Southerner who spent some time with ANN. His voice frames the story through what he witnessed. There are things about her that even he doesn’t know.
SONGS CARRY THE STORIES. ERIC SETS THE FRAME.
A MOMENT WITH THE GUITAR
PERFORMANCE STUDYA moving sketch from the developing book.
This is a world, more than an album.
A piece at a time.