This energetic recording is available again after too many moons out of print. Recorded in Austin and Portland, the musicians who made this music put hearts and fingers together with the songs. This album also features two different tracks with two fine musicians who have since passed away and somehow even left on the same day. Here's to Skip Battin and Marty Jennings.
We begin the fieldtrip In the Valley, with Marjorie and The Dream pressed between ranges of mountains and hills where life is lush like colourful flowers between heavy pages and the river runs through and the growing season is long before the pyramids were even built.
We meet the Little Raccoon and Crow who tell us a story to chew on for the day and to remind us of our connection with all the many tribes of beings. In the silence of sky and land far from city, we contemplate a small word.
We remember those who have gone before us as we hear of our good brother who has changed form beyond this and, in our grieving heart, we hear the one true calm still voice reminding us why we've come and how to carry stillness within even back to the contradiction and confusion of cantankerous urgentbusy emerging urbanity.
That returns us to the Uh-oh Decadedance of business and commerce media and conspicuous-in-consumption and its subsequent by-product: waste; that we learn to bring the gift of stillness to chaos so something like silence might one day emerge in clarity. That takes us back to the neighbourhood of Box-of-Maple-Avenue looking at a day that holds our life times there. There, we meet Alberto Campesino and splash in Purple Glowbeeza and see how everybody's neighbourhood is who they really are.
It becomes necessary at that point to ponder wordlessly into Izara and that takes us walking along the surgemerging winding river. Even though we have lived and worked and pounded our clothes beside the river for years, it really is never the same river twice and there is always something new to learn and hear.
In the rolling ribbon water, we see the moving mind carrying us from idea to idea involving community, sustainability and the future of these fractured families and selves together frank in earnest. Just then, the lightbulb goes on like in an old Grampy cartoon, fabulous and exciting and all is revealed awakening.
And the kings of time never knew what hit – all collected and sober...