The most powerful muses can give you beautiful songs and terrifying songs all at once. This is the sister song to Eskimo Bro, and I hope that I’m able to reconcile it all one day. This song is about lucid dreaming, walking in a state of altered reality. Seeing things which are not there and being completely blind to things that are very real to those around you. The gift and curse of being an artist is seeing the world as you want it to be rather than how it is.
This one was very very simply done. David Keith on drums. Anjanine Bonet on fiddle. DLM on synths, vocals, electric guitar, piano, wurlitzer, and bass.
Lyrical, Production & Music Notes
In my forever love of all things traditional, blended with my love of all things Leslie Feist and Nina Simone, I used their recordings of Sea Lion/See-Line Woman as my starting point on this one.
The sample reading is of Robert Beverly Hale reciting ‘Ode’ by Arthur O’Shaughnessy in a lecture. Also, this is the second reference to Gene Wilder’s Willy Wonka on this album.
There is also a sample of my heartbeat, recorded after a good run and then slowed way down.
The Afro-Cuban piano is one of two similar parts on the album, sister to Love Is A Rebellious Bird. (yes, i wrote all these songs together and there’s SO much incest. ha!) I was listening quite a lot to Steve Wonder and I think I must have been channeling this…
And I have to give honorable mention once again to David Amram, who is a dear and generous spirit that I’ve been honored to see perform and spend time with on several occasions now, one of the influences behind Pull My Daisy from Dig & Be Dug. David gave a concert in New London a few summers ago and in the outdoor space at Hygienic Art with motorcycles and trains and cars going by, he made a joke about the interruptions saying that he could literally take those “annoying sounds” and make music of them. That music was in everything around us. I was literally on the verge of tears listening to him talk about it that way. Here’s one of his songs that I think shows you a little taste of that.
when the night falls and the sun goes sinking to the west
the light fails and all creatures go into their rest
i will find you
the night holds my secrets like I hold my skirts
up around my knees and i’m climbing barefoot through your dreams
i will find you
there on each shoulder sits the night and day
your silence suspends me as your eyes hold sway
i can hear music in the falling rain
you’re painting me dancing in your waking dreams