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Trail of Dreams ~ new music from 2002

Trail of DreamsAvailable October 7, 2014

Fate sends us on journeys. Some are planned. Many are not. A journey may begin within the mind, as it did for Mukunda Lal Ghosh before he journeyed to the west. Or it may begin with a dream or inspiration, as it did for St Brendan the navigator. Perhaps your destiny takes you unwillingly, as it did when Honora O’Flynn was swept from a shore in Ireland and brought to America. There are those that seek adventure and those that have adventure thrust upon them.

This collection of songs explores that insatiable desire to find new worlds, to challenge fate and to soothe curiosity. A common thread runs throughout our myths and legends, regardless of where we are from. The hero’s journey echoes endlessly throughout the tapestry of all human experience.

Album update and other ramblings

Hi everyone!

As most of you know, the release date was postponed until February 2009. So we’ll add an extra song or two to make up for it. Plus Randy is working on some 5.1 surround mixes for it.

Here are a couple of interesting flutes that have found their way onto the new album and one that may still.

Interesting Flutes
Interesting Flutes
Flutes
Flutes

The top flute is a lovely Coyote Oldman flute in A flat. We bought him for the new album, but he is still patiently waiting.

The middle flute is an odd instrument I stumbled across during a trip to New Mexico. (Note the skulls on it). It’s actually an earthy-sounding flute in the key of C which lended a very dusty sound to a southwestern flavored song. The bottom image shows a very sweet ocarina which was brought to me by a friend from China. It added a very haunting sound to a slow piano song. It has an almost human-voice quality.

Deep Still Blue (New Video)

Hi Everyone!

I finally finished that music video for “Deep Still Blue.” (whew!) I have it on vimeo for now. I hope you’ll check it out! (BTW, it displays larger at vimeo’s web site http://www.vimeo.com/803626)

The video features performance footage of the band (2002) as well as conceptual imagery. The video was created in widescreen anamorphic and then converted for the web. The song’s lyrics are from the perspective of a small child:

Deep Still Blue (lyrics)
From Sarah, to Mommy and Daddy:

Will you stay with me
Here inside my room
When the sunlight comes
We can fly away

Into the deep still blue
Under the ocean sky
Into the deep still, deep still blue

Safe inside my dreams
Where the angels play
When the morning comes
We will fly away

Into the deep still blue
Under the ocean sky
Into the deep still, deep still blue

The Wrong Guitar

Guitar

Randy: “2002 didn’t really have any guitars on our albums until Land of Forever. When we first began that album, a friend of ours at the record label suggested we add a guitar to our music. We discussed using a nylon string, classical style guitar, and I thought I might pluck it with a pick rather than the traditional fingers. I had been a guitar player from age 10, so it was not too much of a stretch to incorporate one of these into our sonic palette. But we didn’t have a nylon string guitar, so I went in search of a suitable one. As a professional musician, I knew that I might have to spend some significant money to get a quality instrument, it’s just expected. Flutes, harps, pianos, synthesizers… these instruments cost many thousands of dollars, so I expected the guitar to be no less hurtful to my wallet.

I went to the local music shops around town and played several instruments, ranging from $800 to $3500. In those days, the shops had very liberal return policies, so I even purchased a few of them over several weeks to take home and try out in the studio. They all played, sounded and recorded just as they should- too much so actually, and that was my problem. I needed something different, an instrument that could challenge the limits created by my expectations. One by one they were tried out, and returned.

I had been to all the local music stores except one, which was in a town further away, about a 45 minute drive. It was pretty much my last hope, and at that point I’m not even sure if I knew exactly what I was looking for anymore. When I got there, I found that the store was in the process of being moved to a bigger building a few miles down the freeway. The floors were bare, and nearly all the instruments were gone to the new location, but still packed away. The owner suggested I come back the next week when he was up and running, but I had driven all that way, so I asked if he had anything left that I could look at. He said, “Well, I’ve got those three up on the wall still, but those are lower-end guitars, Korean knock-offs, etc. – doesn’t sound like what you’re looking for, but you’re welcome to try them.”

I realized right away that two of them were too hard to play, and of those, one may have been a dead instrument. But the last one was very easy to play so I took it into one of the now empty practice rooms, closed the door, sat on the floor and played. The guitar was a Sigma brand, which is a Korean built Martin (Martin traditionally makes very high quality guitars in America). The front of the body where the sound hole is, or “top” as it’s called, was composed of two sides of wood glued together instead of one solid piece, so that when you look at the guitar front-on standing up, the left side is a slightly different wood grain and color than the right side. Hmmm.,

Something strange happened the moment I started playing. The guitar immediately spoke to me in no subtle way, as if to say “I was created for you, you and I belong together.” And then, even more astonishing, it gently said “No, don’t play me that way, play me this way.” Usually when you create vibrato on a fretted instrument like the guitar, you do it by stretching the string with an up and down motion on the fingerboard, as opposed to the side to side “rocking” motion you would use on a non-fretted instrument, such as a cello. But this guitar wanted the latter method, and would sing whenever I did it that way. Whenever I tried plucking a note and then sliding down the neck for a drop-off effect, the guitar seemed to help me down, pulling my hand just the right way to get that strange, throaty, sweet sound that only it can produce- like the sound of a dove cooing. Up to that point, I had never played an acoustic instrument that was that expressive and unique. It literally played itself, and had its own soul.

Intellectually, I knew that most likely something was mechanically wrong with the instrument to make it play and sound this way- but is wrong the correct word? If I was able to make such a profound connection with it, and if it was able to inspire me to automatically play in a style I had never practiced or even contemplated before, could it be that there is something very right about this instrument?

When I came out of the practice room I asked the store owner how much. It was $200.

That guitar, recorded with a special tube microphone is the one heard on nearly all 2002 records. When we did some live performances a few years ago, I had to purchase an electrified nylon string costing much more than the Sigma, because I was not willing to have holes drilled to electrify it and have strap pins put in. The luthier repeatedly assured me that it wouldn’t change anything sonically- but I felt I couldn’t take the risk, since I don’t really know why it sounds the way it does in the first place.”

2002 Forum

I spent my college years in Cincinnati and Madrid. It seemed back then (pre-Internet) that people gathered in coffee shops to debate and converse. The coffee houses were generally equipped with dusty tomes upon stands (usually huge dictionaries or other reference books), globes, chess sets and even ricketty old pianos (I remember one painted dark green and having yellowed keys), antique, crooked wooden floors, ceramic tiled ceilings, stained glass windows, fireplaces… you get the idea. Lots of atmosphere and a sense of past. There was always a dizzying array of hot beverages – doubly appreciated on those icy winter nights.

To this day I cannot sit and watch TV. I have to be engaged in something a bit more active. I LOVE the Internet, but miss that connection with others that was to be found in those weathered places.

I started this forum/blog in the hopes that some of the very interesting people I have met on my musical journey might meet each other and hopefully find kindred spirits. This is your place to discuss, opine, dream and wonder aloud.

Welcome!!