Featured Artist, Proud Voices Brooklyn

I have released a new track for Proud Voices, which is presented at the Park Slope United Methodist Church! One of 8 locations through Brooklyn’s Park Slope neighborhood.

Proud Voices is a multi-city, interactive queer audio festival redefining togetherness by safely celebrating the diversity of queer expression. Proud Voices showcases the beauty and diversity of queer artists and stimulates the queer economy by highlighting queer-owned businesses through a unique form of safe community engagement.”

Get a ticket to access the Hyperlinked PDF map, to “attend” from anywhere in the world (and to check out my newest release!) You can get a map for Brooklyn, or maps for all three cities worldwide (under the “Multi-City Access Pass”) to listen to all 24 queer artists in this years’ festival.

Happy Pride and happy listening!

Stars in the evolving night sky

Another stunning collaboration with filmmaker Kate Montgomery, featuring the night sky seen from Spruce Cove on the coast of Maine.

Photography by Kate Montgomery
Original Music by Kendall Perry

"Slip Your Mind" excerpt

I’m a moody star
But if you said glow 
I’d cut my soul into a million little pieces just to form constellations to light your way home

— Andrea Gibson

"Sunrise", Timelapse Collaboration Pt. Three

A three part collaborative series of timelapse photography captured by Kate Montgomery, in celebration of Earth Day 2020. In times of social distancing, we are getting creative and working together from across the country. All three videos are captured in Spruce Cove, on the coast of Maine, and myself, in the room where I grew up in Longmont, Colorado.

Here is Part Three, Sunrise.

Photography by Kate Montgomery
Original music written and performed by Kendall Perry.
Featuring Beatriz Rola on Violin.

"Sleeping in the Forest"

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

By Mary Oliver