Luka Kuplowsky’s voice is a paradox at times it sounds too hushed to be captured, as if it’s going to disappear like smoke, then in the next instant it’s as big as the sky. It is a voice that bends the ear to listen and whose music carves out a unique space for poetic language and improvisatory playfulness. In the last half-decade his songwriting has blossomed into a kaleidoscope of sounds that hinge on the interval between genres; somewhere between folk, jazz, ambient, blues, avant-pop and electronic. His latest release “The Grass Grows, Antonych Grows (????? ???????, ? ????? ?????) adapts Ukrainian poet Bohdan Ihor Antonych (1909-1937) to song, placing his poetry into a world of surreal and sensuous sonics. Kuplowsky wrote the record in what he described as a trance state, simultaneously writing and tracking a version of the album over six days, arranging and collaging Antonych’s poetry into song on his Yamaha PSR. Bringing the songs to his collabor