Letter from New Virginia
We got off the bus and the sign wrote "Luray - 3 miles." It was our best option and Thomas was sorely in need of a haircut. I fidgeted in the dust by the side of the road and figured we could at least get cleaned up and take a nap. "Let's go," I said. So we went.

About a mile down the road forked three times over and no new signs suggested a solution. We stood still staring off in different directions. Then, "I say we go that-a-way." "No, we always go that-a-way, let's go this-a-way." "But the last time we went this-a-way we got lost so I can't understand why you'd want to go this-a-way this time." Everyone collectively groaned and we stood in silence. I looked around.

To the left was a row of trees with a field beyond, then more trees, and finally the mountains. To the right was the forest, alot of darkness, and then...who knows? I grew frustrated. What were we doing and why had we done it anyway? Something had to give. I looked towards the sky, maybe it had an answer. The clouds hastened forth, the sun was nowhere to be found. Figures. Behind me, in the distance, lay the horizon and where we had come from (It's been a little too long to remember exactly where that was). The clouds there stood still, the road leading from it seemed content. I'd just made up my mind when i noticed something in the woods. A light. Was it a home? A lantern? At this point anything would do. I turned to alert the group but nobody was there. I jerked back to look behind me and then again to the sky. What happened? The wind began to pick up. Movement at the edge of the woods caught my eye, but then it was gone. Probably nothing. Still, I had no choice.

 

Tell Tall Tales
Tell Tall Tales is a collection of songs written and recorded by Donny Hue. It is currently a digital only release with 10 stripped down songs showcasing Donny Hue's song writing craftsmanship, acoustic guitar and harmonica. The album was self recorded by Donny Hue in Brooklyn in 2008. The story of the Tales from Donny Hue, "I picked these songs up while on the move....on a train, a bicycle, a plane....however you see fit.  They come from certain sights and sounds that never leave you alone, that creep up and tap you on the shoulder every now and then, eager for attention.  Maybe these aren't meant to be tales, or even songs, but pictures of someplace that I've been or seen.   It doesn't matter where they take you, or if they got you where you were going, but at least, even for a moment or so,  you saw 'em."


Mr. Red Blues EP
Donny Hue and the Colors, spinning uncontrollably off a US tour, headed into the wunderground yet again, this time in the spirit of Santa Claus. They've emerged with the Mr. Red Blues EP, a selection of holiday adventures wrapped up in an experimental gift box of sound collages and holidaydreams. You'll hear a janglin' jamboree rolling along on the edge of a sleigh, a demented tale of the notorious Black Peter, and a Christmas eve lullaby dangling just above consciousness. Christmas ain't all fun and games. Mr. Santa Claus, you're a good-for-nothing thief!

Folkmote LP
Donny Hue is not from these parts.  He came here to help his friend Ed, who was interested in the study of losing one's mind.  Their friendship was forged quickly, frolicking on the interstate, building trees, and thinking as little as humanly possible. 

One day, Ed fell into a hole in the ground.  Donny was frightened, but knew he couldn't leave his friend stranded, so he jumped!   He fell for a real long time. 

Darkness followed. 

When he awoke he found himself in an underground world.  Organs, autoharps, melodicas, glockenspiels, and theremins cluttered the floor around him. Donny searched high and low, but Ed was nowhere to be found. 

Devastated that he had lost his best friend and was trapped in this godforsaken place, Donny fell into a deep depression.  Every day he drew pictures of a time and place where he and his friend climbed mountains of glass, laughed at giant clocks, and dug tiny holes in their hearts. 

Through these pictures he began to find hope, and vowed to create a world of such magnificence that it would be a beacon for Ed to find his way home.  He called this world the wunderground, and invited his not-so-ordinary friends (the Colors) to help create the siren sounds that might bring Ed back.

Together they have created the collection of songs you are holding: lush, magisterial lullabies, shimmering chamber pop, psychedelic nursery rhymes gone horribly awry, and ghostly, incandescent dreamscapes.



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