A Book of Songs for Anne Marie was first issued in book form (with bonus disc) in 2004 on David Tibet’s Durtro label. It was limited to 150 copies and has been out of print for years. The reason to make the record in the first place was born out of love, and the reason to re-visit the record also came from that same scary yet beautiful place.

As for why I wrote the songs… Somebody once asked David Tibet for his favourite word or something like that and his answer was that the two most beautiful words in the English language are “and yet”. If I had to say where these songs came from I’d say they came from there — the land of “and yet”. As far back as I can remember I have always regarded men and women as nothing short of gods, capable as they were in my eyes, of such direct and uncomplicated desire — Lover and beloved. What in all the world could be more beautiful?

Baby Dee, 2010

Listen to some sample tracks:

She sent me the demo and I was floored — here was a true collection of lieder, or art songs.

Maxim Moston

What Maxim Moston envisaged in his words were:

song cycles performed in their entirety and stripped of all excess, just piano and voice, poetry and melody

Gone are the more bawdy ruminations to be replaced by a glowing heart of a record. Hermetically sealed and lovingly passed on so that we can understand what love could mean from Dee’s consuming perspective. It is at times jaw-dropping in its profundity.

Baby Dee on the writing process of A Little Book for Anne Marie, with the album’s inception in a cold January in Cleveland, 2002

I went to a studio and played them through once live at the piano and sent them off without even listening to it. Looking back, it’s hard even for me to understand why I insisted on the recording being so slapdash, as the book itself was exquisite; I guess two things, I knew I couldn’t do the songs justice and I hoped that maybe somebody down the road would do that for me. I know that’s crazy but in fact it worked. Years later I asked Maxim to arrange the songs but at that time we decided to do Safe Inside the Day instead. And then finally I got my little miracle when a year after that Max offered to go ahead and do those arrangements and produce the record. So he became that somebody down the road.

Watch Baby Dee perform Morning Fire

Live at The Stone, New York – februay 5, 2010, with Matthew Robinson on cello

Everybody has a right — the right to really be the lover, to really be the beloved. Regardless of how fucked up and inadequate we are or how short our time is together. We never lose that opportunity

Baby Dee 2009

A Book of Songs for Anne Marie

release date: 20/4/2010

label: Tin Angel Records

catalog number: TAR013

media: LP, CD, MP3, Flac

order now at Tin Angel Records

vocals, harp, piano, accordion:
Baby Dee

Keith Bonner

trumpet, French horn:
C.J. Camerieri

John Contreras

oboe, English horn:
Alexandra Knoll

Rob Moose

Maxim Moston

all songs composed by:
Baby Dee

arranged by:
Maxim Moston and Baby Dee

produced by:
Maxim Moston

recorded and mixed at Trout Recording, Brooklyn NY by Bryce Goggin, assisted by Adam Sachs and Merrit Jacob

additional recording done at Clockewerke Studio, Cleveland, OH, engineered by Tom Gage, at Blue Room, Los Angeles, CA engineered by Josh Schwartz.

mastered at Kevorkian Mastering, New York City, NY by Fred Kevorkian.

photography Stephen Freiheit

Track listing A book of Songs for Anne Marie

Overture 2:08

Love’s Small Song 3:07

A Book of Songs for Anne Marie 3:41

Lilacs 3:41

Unheard of Hope 4:34

Black But Comely 5:05

And Anne Marie Does Love To Sing 5:50

Endless Night 4:36

Set Me As a Seal 3:58

As Morning Holds a Star 3:36

An Early Spring 2:13

Morning Fire 2:41

Noah Mickens:

“These are songs of fearless devotion, about the way your dark and hardened nature can lead you to a love that’s more true and complex than the love of the unspoiled heart.”

read more at Oregon Music News

Morning Fire

I am a house
Where dawn comes cold
And you, my love
My morning fire
And you, my love
You are my morning fire

Awake north wind
And come ye south
From cold horizons
Rise and run

Awake north wind
And come ye south
As march to find
An early spring

Where we await ourselves
I know we’ll touch
And i’ll find you, my love
My morning fire
And you, my love
You are my morning fire

I am a house
Where dawn comes cold
And you, my love
My morning fire
And you, my love
You are my morning fire

Grayson Currin:

“…it’s time this sometimes obtuse, always evocative work finds a wider light.”

read more at Pitchfork

Dan Cairns:

“…the way the descending piano figure sits beneath Dee’s vocal on Unheard of Hope is incredibly moving…”

read more at The Times