This whole thing happened 3 nights ago. I was sitting there, entertaining a thought I'd had more times than fingers to count.
"Maybe I'll record an entire album tonight." Nothing but a few riffs making up the beginning of the first song had emerged.
Yet, a certainty that this time was different prevailed, flowed. Something far older, far wiser had let me tap it's frequency. More important than talent or ability is knowing when the magic comes, and riding it out to the end--at least once.
What you hear, if you've made it this far, is that "at least once." With a dash of will and elbow grease to the already sizzling and seasoned pot of creative stew, I reached a ladle in to present this improvisational recipe to you--O listener, my listener! (Whom I am very grateful for, thank you!)
In short, there's a certain state of mind creators of anything know of. The only criteria for this album was that I stayed in that flow for long enough during the span of the recording: that I had that true, real, special sigh emerging from my depths after I hit the stop button. Sometimes during the night I didn't get that--so I did it again.
For a long time, I've teetered on whether or not to believe in myself--whether it be music, or any field in the realm of being a human--and this night was no different.
The work and the practice put in til this point helped me stay longer, and more comfortably in a serene pocket of balance between the two, right in that sweet spot where the music of the soul carries on, without beginning or end. Just like the Neshaminy Creek, where this album was birthed and exhumed. Stone tools of those who have come before lay strewn about in the creek bed, and I hope with my modern tools I was able to pay homage to those that have come before. Those that have seen and felt that ancient current far more and clearer than I.
Lastly, more importantly, this album is dedicated to my friend Mike Zee.
Wish I could have showed this to you, though I suspect you may have popped in to give a listen when you could. I've had a good deal of guidance lately thinking about how you would have reacted to the things I've made at the very least, at other times I've felt pretty sure about your presence.
Our friendship, like any good jam, leaves you wanting more no matter how long it went on for. Moreso than being the eyes of the world, I hope I can be ears for the dead. Listen through me, it's fine, let's just keep the journey alive.
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Nice work. Whenever I get back to writing my own original music and I need some guitar work added in, I will definitely keep you in mind 😁 Jecht Savage
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
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Listening to A Cockamamie Farce... On repite button... I'm in awe. I bought the whole album right away and I don't regret it. I'm sure the other tracks are also very interesting. These are like works of art... paintings... Which make up one - Room Six... Album on repite! Zenyk Pleshivskyi