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Artist description
bone-true lyrics,soaring, searing vocals, fret-smoking guitar |
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Music Style
full-bore, funky-fine, folk-soul |
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Musical Influences
love, sin, suffering, death and redemption |
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Similar Artists
Van Gogh, Nuryev, Hemingway |
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Artist History
An eagle sun rose.
The smell of sage, and the song of a Cactus Wren
drifted upon the shadowy breeze of the half lit canyon.
The creek- pure and cold as snowmelt,
slipped like a bead of sweat down a sandstone belly,
toward the darkened pudenda of the double falls below.
Where the water rippled, or broke over a sedimentary ledge,
light splashed in sparks- wetting my dazzled eyes.
Breathing deep, I raised sleep stiff arms to the sky.
The previous day's dusting of sand, dry as talcum on my skin,
gave me the gritty, clean feeling that only a few days in the desert provides.
As I danced the elements of my ritual, I left footprints- wet from wading,
that mingled with the ghost tracks of other lovers,
who surely had stepped upon this same rock, in this place,
which was daybreak new to me, yet familiar and full of remembrance
as a treasured childhood diary, to the golden lion of a woman
who watched me from the still shaded side of the creek,
smiling sleepy beside the whispering cookstove,
pouring inky french roast into steaming cups.
My heart though, was open as a church on Easter,
and I welcomed all of the history that flowed through our lives-
like the wind and the water that had shaped and scalloped
the ancient, rusty stone through centuries of flood, drought, and gale.
I stood quiet, and watched a waterline of sunlight swell toward her
across the canyon floor, eager as a rising tide for the moon.
The icy cascade poured into the pool below.
I tasted salt on my lips, and breathed a trace of her scent
in the dance warm shine of my body.
Finally, the sun lit her hair like honey fire.
Naked, shameless, and righteous as the joyous, loving, god I was
in that moment when she, and in turn I, believed it so-
I took three quick steps to the heart stopping edge,
and fearless as the water falling beside me, leaped. |
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Instruments
solo voice and guitar |
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Location
Nashville, TN - USA |
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