Lia Ices probably couldn’t have written “Grown Unknown” without taking a break from Brooklyn. Due out in February on Jagjaguwar, the singer’s sophomore album collects nine impressionistic fairytales, each song a misty sylvan dream world unto itself. The music is airy, uncluttered, and untouched by civilization. Prospect Park and Green Wood Cemetery have their dark, secluded spots, but as refuges from civilization—places capable of inspiring the kind of wonder and dread hissing beneath the quietude of this record—Brooklyn’s premier green spaces have nothing on rural Vermont, where Ices spent last winter writing. We asked Lia a few questions about the recording process for her upcoming album, here.