Bloom
the second record.
Twelve songs about leaving the farm and learning, slowly, how to grow somewhere new.
Twelve songs,
recorded in a barn.
Tracked live to tape over nine days in a hay barn outside Phoenicia, New York. Acoustic guitar, upright bass, brushed drums, and a small string trio on four songs. No click track — you can hear the room breathe.
“I packed the truck in the dark so the dog wouldn’t wake — every plant in the garden still asleep, not knowing I was gone.”
What they’re
saying about Bloom.
“Gentle, weighty — Reyes writes the small domestic image and lets it carry the whole grief of a decade.”
“A songwriter at peak craft. Bloom never raises its voice, and never needs to.”
“The best folk debut of 2024 was Sofia’s first album. This one is even better.”
“Recorded to tape in a Catskills barn, you can hear the floorboards. It feels less like a record than an invitation indoors.”
“The string trio on ‘Phoenicia’ arrives like weather. A quietly devastating sophomore album.”
“Reyes turns leaving home into something almost holy — twelve songs that grow on you like ivy.”
Small rooms,
close enough to whisper.
14 dates across listening rooms, folk clubs, and a handful of literal house concerts. Every show seated, every show acoustic.
House concert host? Write [email protected] — we’re still adding living rooms.
Mama’s Garden, filmed on the lawn at Newport.
A farm girl who
found a city to miss it from.
Sofia Reyes grew up on forty acres of dairy land in the Berkshire Mountains of western Massachusetts, the kind of place where the nearest streetlight was a town over. She learned guitar on her grandmother’s nylon-string, picked apples every September, and spent most of her teens convinced the rest of the world was happening somewhere she wasn’t. At nineteen she packed a truck before dawn and drove south.
Brooklyn took the better part of a decade to forgive her for not being the country. She waited tables in Greenpoint, played open mics until the rooms started filling, and in 2024 released her debut, First Frost — NPR called it the best folk debut of that year. But the songs that became Bloom kept pulling her back upstate, toward gardens and tin roofs and the people she’d left mid-sentence.
So she went home to make it. Bloom was recorded over nine days in a hay barn outside Phoenicia, New York, the band tracking live to tape with the doors open. A string trio drove up from the city for two of the sessions. It is a record about leaving — and about the slow, unglamorous work of putting down roots somewhere new, and learning to call that home too.
Take a little
of the barn home.
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