In the video for “Blossom Dearie”, we watch Ravyn Lenae traipse through woodlands, gather leaves in her hands, and then lets them fall to the ground.  As the leaves fall to the ground, they get caught by the camera, and rewound back up into Ravyn’s hands- a perfect circle. As she sings of a “wish that we could travel to those places/ Where we’re faceless and we’re nameless”- the camera flashes to child walking the same path as her. It’s as if she has found a place that is outside of time, where she can be both a child and her own self, where the leaves she drops to the floor can fly back up to her hands in perfect rhythm.

Beyond the mystical hippie shit, this is a damn good song. The beat, summoned by Monte Booker, sounds like Ravyn’s walk through the woods–hi-hats are sticks clicked together, snares are the sound of tearing leaves, kicks are her footsteps. The vocals remind me of Erykah Badu of the 90’s–suddenly released from her ringtone exile of 2015, and shot right back out dressed in drapey, patterned shawls. It succeeds as post-FlyLo ambient beat trickery, but it succeeds as a pop song too. It simultaneously lives inside of Google trends and your grandma’s radio. Soul music is just as vital as it always has been.