AM HIGGINS

New Album Feb 2025

The Dream Trap

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Artwork by Matthias Jung

Photo by Giulio Contigiani

SHOWS

30 March, 2025 Musée Denys Puech, Rodez FR

4 April, 2025 La Pistouflerie, Cassagnabere-Tournas FR

21 May, 2025 Constellation, Chicago IL USA (with Black Diamond)

12 September, 2025 LaScierie, Avignon FR (with Nadine Khouri)

PAST SHOWS

2025

25 Feb Berlin DE   Frannz Club w/ My Brightest Diamond

24 Feb Düsseldorf DE  Zakk w/ My Brightest Diamond

23 Feb Brussels BE. Le Botanique w/ My Brightest Diamond

21 Feb London UK The Grace w/ My Brightest Diamond

20 Feb Eindhoven NL   Effenaar w/ My Brightest Diamond

19 Feb Paris FR Hasard Ludique w/ My Brightest Diamond

18 Feb Geneva CH Antigel Festival w/ My Brightest Diamond

16 Feb Macerata IT MountEcho' w/ My Brightest Diamond

14 Feb Namur BE Sapristi w/ Nadine Khouri

13 Feb Les Roches L'Évêque Zéro Degré Est w/ Nadine Khouri

12 Feb La Réole FR La Petite Populaire w/ Nadine Khouri

11 Feb Talence FR L'Inconnue w/ Nadine Khouri

9 Feb Belvézet FR L'Arbousier w/ Nadine Khouri

7 Feb Montpellier FR En Traits Libres w/ Nadine Khouri

6 Feb Marseille FR Théâtre de l'Oeuvre w/ Nadine Khouri

2024

26 Nov Cordes FR   Le Stockage w/ Black Diamond

27 Nov Rabastens FR La Confiserie w/ Black Diamond

28 Nov Toulouse FR Nuance Records w/ Black Diamond

PRESS

It’s (The Dream Trap’s) elegance and its sweetness miraculously resonate in a moment where vulgarity and violence seem to become norms. As such, her poetic vision is a blessing. She poses herself between two spiritualities, both in search of appeasement and a humanity aspiring to a beautiful elevation. Between mystical aspirations and the beauty of an intact nature. AM Higgins wins, without effusion, the closed circle of essential musicians, who combine grace and sophistication, with a disarming naturalness.
— Indie Pop Rock, Yan Kouton
At the crossroads of folk, experimental pop and refined minimalism, The Dream Trap evokes the timelessness of Leonard Cohen, the ethereal sensitivity of Feist or the sonic audacity of Kate Bush. But AM Higgins follows her own path, that of an artist who, far from artifice, sculpts sound material with disarming humanity. In a world saturated with noise, her album is a breath of fresh air, a suspended space where we linger with delight, rediscovering new reliefs, new secret nuances with each listen. Where music becomes a refuge and revelation, The Dream Trap stands out as a treasure of sensitivity and imagination. It is not just heard: it is felt, breathed, and lived. An exceptional work, to be savored with your eyes closed and your soul wide open.
— Solénopole
When “The Dream Trap” arrived, we were ready. It arrived one day without warning, in the mailbox, very quickly becoming an obsession like few we have each year, enough to make it already a serious contender for the best places on the shelves of our record collections, not far from Feist, Bat For Lashes, Laura Veirs, Smog, Lambchop… a fine sample of the nec plus ultra American, Canadian and English indie...
In the heart of Aveyron, for a few years now, lives one of the most captivating secrets of American indie music, in the person of Annie Meredith Higgins. This artist combines a sense of songwriting as remarkable as it is powerful, with a musical universe of great finesse....
The work of musical arrangements of “The Dream Trap” is revealed in a particularly well-felt and assumed minimalism, which gives these songs a form of decisive timelessness, a singular sensitive depth....
In the brutal world we know today, some albums like that of AM Higgins, by her ability to reconnect with the essential and to establish another relationship with time, prove to be precious lifelines to avoid drowning in the ocean of hatred, violence and domination, which overwhelms us a little more each day. To listen to without moderation.
— Indie Music, Laurent Thore
Is AM Higgins’ music delicate? Undeniably: in each vocal inflection, in each melody, in each arrangement. Sensitive, fragile, radiant too. Everything is sophisticated and neat here: the compositions, the lyrics, the treatment of the voice with its warm roundness, the arrangements, the sound. Enough to make for a great musical moment.
— Froggy’s Delight, Jérôme Gillet
Gorgeous, forward-thinking folk pop
— Brooklyn Vegan
Extrait d’un album déjà disponible en digital, « Who Can Say? » de AM Higgins convoque de belles idées pop/folk dans un bain onirique.
— Rolling Stone (France)
Powerful, soaring vocals
— Earmilk
An absolutely beautiful, cinematic track
— Backseat Mafia
Ses huit titres rêveurs sont autant de respirations, de récréations qui mêlent action et méditation, pop et folk, impétuosité des rivières et sagesse des vieilles pierres chauffées au soleil.
— 4'33 Magazine
Une belle histoire franco-américaine que l’on se réjouira, à coup sûr, d’apprécier en live.
— Opus Mag

Single de la semaine sur Campus Fm, en écoute sur Benzine, L’écran du son, France Culture, Le Cargo, Indiemusic, Lacn, FIP…

 LYRICS

  • Higher than the clouds,

    in the autumn.

    I can hear the sounds of you humming..

    And it goes, {  }

    Fields wide open

    The sun has spoken

    Higher than the clouds,

    misty morning.

    I can hear the sounds of you humming..

    Come lay down on mountains.

    Rest your head to bird songs.

    Listen to the sounds so soft–

    Higher than the clouds,

    misty morning.

    I can the sounds of you humming..

    And it goes {  }

  • When the chords of Orion 

    Are gently loosened

    When there’s no constellation

    Look for me on south Houston

    Our love is something like

    the Lower East Side

    Our love is something like

    the Lower East Side

    When the streets illuminate

    With colors from another age

    Look for me amongst the base

    Our love is something like

    The Lower East Side

    Our love is something like

    The Lower East Side

    Oh oh oh, Oh oh oh

    Look for me amongst the ghosts

    Our love…….

  • I love that someone said,

    a “great homesickness”

    that we could never shed.

    I love the gentleness

    under waves that roll..

    When the day breaks, 

    and the tide is down

    I will count. on. You.

    Can a moonrise,

    can a shifting tide,

    ever keep us from view?

    I love that someone said,

    a “great homesickness”

    that we could never shed.

    I love the gentleness

    under waves that roll..

    A horizon 

    near the ocean floor,

    there’s a shell that sings a tune.

    Can a rip-tide,

    can a fallen sky–

    Ever keep us from You?

    We found our home

    It won’t be long

    We found our home

    It won’t be long

    Cause we found….

    Cause we found…

  • In the morning, when the clouds are forming

    The sun is turning, from another day

    I become, your little darling

    Wrapped in longing, from another place


    Love will stop the cliffs from falling

    Love will put the ocean to bed

    Love will stop the hours from haunting

    Offering a dawn instead


    Oh your silence is the sound I’m storing

    For the loneliest of days ahead

    The coastland hears when the northwind start to freak out

    “Hailing waters ahead!”


    Love will stop the cliffs from falling

    Love will put the ocean to bed

    Love will stop the hours from haunting

    Offering a dawn instead

  • As the fog distills around sleeping hills

    A silver light shows

    Disappearing trees yielding to your breeze

    Your love is a fog

    The disciplined rain rhythming your name

    Your love is a song


    Undecided on evenfall while the

    Son decides of which days to call


    The way you flow from my room at home

    To the first morning snow

    On a silent night where the sleepless write

    Your love is poem

    I can’t describe what you lit inside

    Your love is so warm


    Undecided on evenfall while the

    Son decides of which days to call and the

    Patchwork skies stitch colors surprised by the

    Undecided waiting for signs


    Evenfall, out where the wild wind blows

    Out where the wild wind roams

    Out where the wild wind


    I can’t stay, not after moonlight breaks

    Out where the wild wind roams

    Out where the wild wind

    Out where the wild wind roams

    Out where the wild wind

  • The morning greets you by the hand

    The wind is howling like she’s mad

    And all the trees are whispering, 

    the simple joys of living,

    The water on the lake is frozen dead.


    A walk, a stroll, amongst the snow

    The evergreens, they ought to know

    That you can hear most everything

    The secrets that the land can sing,

    The underbelly of the north


    It’s time

    It's time

    It’s time and oh it’s time

    For them to know…


    Out by your lake

    A white sky elates

    A whole land waits

    For the messages you decode

    For the forests and the fjords


    It’s time

    It’s time

    It’s time and oh it’s time

    For them to know…

    The underbelly of the north

    The underbelly of the north

  • I have to say the way the leaves sway

    Hits me like a quiet melody

    All the same the seasons turn

    What does the wind say to you Lord?

    Maybe you’re in everything….

    Maybe you’re in everything….

    Maybe you’re in everything….

    Give it a night and let the wind blow, let the wind blow

    Give it a night and let the wind blow, let the wind blow

    Oh, I got learn to look up

    Oh, I got to learn to look up

    Give it a night and let the wind blow, let the wind blow

    Give it a night and let the wind blow, let the wind blow

    Give it a night and let the wind blow, let the wind blow

    Give it a night and let the wind blow

  • I walked beside;

    changing skies

    highlands opening.

    Where horizons end,

    Dreams begin,

    All the breakage beams.


    Moonriver, Moonriver

    Moonriver, stay with me


    So long to go–

    The days move slow,

    and who is listening?

    Windows and rain–

    Then spring became, 

    a hard transitioning.


    Moonriver, Moonriver

    Moonriver, stay with me


    Moonriver, Moonriver

    Moonriver, stay with me

    Stay…….stay with me

    Stay…….stay with me

    Stay…….stay with me

    Stay…….stay with me

    Stay…….

  • Once we were hiking in The Lot,

    clouds surrounding us.

    Traces of spaces left untouched,

    winds winding up. 

    Sunrise, You came to us

    Sundown, We carry on


    Where are Your storehouses of snow?

    Stored for trouble.

    Lead me into your mystery Lord,

    Skerries and fjords.


    Sunrise, You came to us

    Sundown, We carry on

  • The plane you came on landed late

    Toulouse and views of sheep

    The sleeping hills begin to wake

    Your presence fills landscapes

    Your presence fills …….


    He came upon a note you wrote

    It took my breath away

    The morning sang a lonely note

    It sang throughout the day

    It played throughout the…


    You gave us more than we had, your love was always strong

    It’s time to hold your hand, your light was always on

    Don’t say my love grew tired, don’t tell me I gave up

    I’ll see you in my dreams, in my second sleep


    Nights illuminate

    Words I didn’t say

  • (A translation of Charles Baudelaire’s poem “Hymne” by Eli Siegel 1968)


    To the very dear, the beautiful one

    Fills my heart with clearness

    The angel, immortal, idol

    Hail immortality


    She is where my life is

    like air tinged with salt

    And in my still desiring soul

    Pours the taste of eternity


    How love incorruptible

    She’ll tell you with truth

    The grain that lies unseen

    How love incorruptible

    She’ll tell you with truth

    Beginning of everlasting


    Pours…..


    She is where my life is

    Like air tinged with salt

    And in my still desiring soul

    Pours, the taste of eternity

    Pours…….

    Pours…….

  • Calm, Your love is understated. Woah, I love the sea, He made it.

    Home, you waited until hope was, gone. Down of my knees I prayed.

    And then we waited, waited…..

    Lord, you came in through the rain. Lord, don’t let the sadness win.

    Don’t let this sadness reign, cause—

    I’m gone. Your love is enough. I’ll figure it out.

    Don’t let the rain come into my house.

    You came in through the rain, you came in through—-

    Gone, Your love is enough. I’ll figure it out.

    Don’t let the rain come into my house.

    I’m gone…..gone…..

  • The valley is low, I hear your feet on the road

    Between the peaks and the plains, I hear you calling my name.

    The harvest town, another 10 miles down,

    and in the quiet descent, we are alone again…

    By your side, a long road.

    By your side, a long road.

    The valley is low, I hear your feet on the road,

    Between the peaks and the plains, I hear you calling my name.

    The harvest town, another ten miles down,

    and in the quiet descent, we are alone again…

    By your side, a long road.

    By your side, a long road.

    And I’m by your side, for the long road.

    Yeah I’m by your side, for the long road.

    It’s a long road. Oh the long road…

  • May the island field, and her lore

    lead north, lead north.

    May the gentle wisdom of our father

    bring warmth, bring warmth.

    If in the night, there’s a song that calls you

    the hope of a dawn, that belongs to you…

    O Crystal, oh oh oh, oh oh oh

    when you gonna let go?

    O Crystal, oh oh oh, oh oh oh

    when you gonna let go?

    May the hands that reach across the cosmos

    reach low, reach low.

    May the feet that tread lightly on mountains

    tread slow, tread slow.

    If in the night, there’s a song that calls to you

    A river of peace that belongs to you

    O Crystal, oh oh oh, oh oh oh

    when you gonna let go?

    O Crystal, oh oh oh, oh oh oh,

    when you gonna let go?

    when you gonna when you gonna…

  • Come along, and be my anchor.

    Come along, and be my anchor.

    Daybreak hold, a new love, a new love.

    And it wraps it’s arms, around us, around us.

    And it knows, no bounds, like the winds of seasons.

    And it speaks soft sounds, like a father’s reason,

    like a morning right,

    like evening’s twighlight.

    Oh I found love, love, love.

    Down by the sea, oh the birds are singing evening songs

    so adoringly, and the mountains stand so tall, (say it again).

    Down by the sea, of the birds are singing songs adoring and

    I don’t believe, that the Lord would let thouse sparrows hunger.

    Come along, and be my anchor.

    Come along, and be my anchor.

  • Who can say, when you’re holding your love back?

    Monday morning, my head is in a haze

    The clouds are rolling westward, the birds are singing praise

    I’m holding on to something, believing you are near

    While you fill my eyes, with visions, so clear

    February is wearing me down

    I’m crossing the road, to get inside your house

  • In the whitewash of the winter

    In the rain, in the snow

    Ode to change and white storms

    The birds are singing psalms and summons

    The hills head their call

    Ode to spring, ode to hope

    Turn your head back to the water

    Where you can smell all the boats

    Ode to waves and open roads

    Autumn always steals the lovers from the grips of the shore

    Ode to dreams in wooded forests

    Ode to waves and open roads

    Ode to change and white storms

    They found home…

    He found home…

    She found home…

  • I woke up to, silence in the night

    The sounds of dreamers dreaming

    The sounds of stars in skies exploding

    When the nightfall, drapes his lonely hands

    upon your dreams and wonders, when will nightfall end?

    Implore Him on, oh implore Him on

    Lord lift us up, above the midnight hour

    over slow rolling days, drifting by

    Cause we can’t dream when the night is rough

    Come lift us up

    When the shadows cast their dim lit gaze

    upon your quiet wonderings, leave you in a haze

    Implore Him on, implore Him on

  • Like a morning song, You carry me

    For the whole day long, You carry me

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    Like a southern sky, You carry me

    For my whole damn life, You’ve carried me

    Like a memory, You carry me

  • Wondering down, Mont Saint-Michel

    Autumn woes, leave me alone

    Baby hold onto to me

    Our love with always be

    Baby hold onto me

    Our love will always be

    Autumn woes, leave me alone

    Boredom on a Saturday morn

    Baby hold onto me

    Our love will always be

    Baby hold onto me

    Our love always be

    Apart from where you are…..

    Apart from where you are…..

Contact

Booking / Cyril Moya / cyrilmoya@yahoo.fr -or- amhigginsannie@gmail.com

Press FR / Nicolas Favier / La Centrifugeuse nicolas@la-centrifugeuse.fr

Press US / Kip Kouri / Tell All Your Friends
kip@tellallyourfriendspr.com

Label / We Are Unique! Records weareuniquerecords@orange.fr

photos by: Giulio Contigiani, Andre Cordeli, Renaud de Foville and Jason Toth