Like an alter with mystical crystals, holy spirits, and positive energies, everything about Valerie June’s fourth studio album is offered right there in the title — Owls, Omens, and Oracles.
Calling from her home in Brooklyn, seated in front of enough shelving with vinyl records to cover the entire Zoom background, June explains that she splits her time between the city and rural Tennessee lands where she grew up. The owls, she begins, came to her there:
“I've seen everything, snakes, frogs, turtles, like muskrat, coons…all kinds of birds, but never an owl.”
One early morning, around 5 or 6 a.m., while June was drinking her first cup of tea in the Tennessee house, she spied one of the wise, winged creatures standing on a post across the pond.