I first released this piece more than a year ago; I’m simply bringing it forward. For those of you who haven’t already given it a listen, it’s a long one at over seven minutes, which runs counter to the bite-sized track lengths common in today’s consumer-hooking marketplace. But I’m no multi-platinum recording artist either; so, for better or worse, I sit among the ferns in the I’ll-do-what-I-want corner of the room. Admittedly, though, I feel like I’ve got about a minute I could lose in the third-quarter of the track; I just haven’t yet taken the time to rework the arrangement.
Like most of my musical projects, it develops in layers over the course of playback (with the general result being that the second half of my stuff is where I hide the shine, and not necessarily with that intention). The essence of this piece is one I put together in my teens and has always served as a way for me to warm up my creativity when I sit down at the keys. It wasn’t until early Spring of 2017, after having gone through a heartbreaking, perspective-shaking, very inward winter, when I sat down on some new equipment to turn it into something cohesive and reasonably competent. By the time I had decided I was done enough with it, I also sensed a lurch forward, as a train might clang into movement from full-stop. That’s the scribble on the Richter-line of time I point to when I look back to identify my first awareness of true healing. It was a very liberating project, hence its name.
Hope you can rest—and reset—a moment with it.
MORE ORIGINAL MUSIC on WINDSTREWN:
Lake Ransom: https://windstrewn.com/2018/04/24/lake-ransom/
Kibo’s Dream: https://windstrewn.com/2019/01/03/kibos-dream/
On Jovian Clouds: https://windstrewn.com/2018/04/09/on-jovian-clouds-2/
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