In February, I took a trip with a friend to a cabin on Waitts Lake in northeastern Washington...a haunted landscape characterized by tumbleweeds, ruins, and a banshee wind. Pinned to a wall of the cabin was a map-- in the illustrative style of Tolkien--showing the property's features with some implied histories. Other than a few jaunts into the nearby landscape--an abandoned summer camp on a still black lake; a community of broken houses connected by a dirt road lined with pelts, bones, and dried up gore--we kept to the property, feeding on Raymond Carver, jalapenos, heavy ales, and the music of Felt, Red House Painters, and The Byrds. If it hadn't been for the Yamaha keyboard in the loft of the cabin, I most likely would've been content piecing together more cubist faces from the scrap wood in the front yard while our soundtrack rattled out of a rusty pail. However, this keyboard's generous menu of sound effects and organ tones inspired me to unpack the few items I had brought along: a dulcimer, powered speaker, whistles, and a tape recorder, as well as some unexplored phone apps. This music was made quickly and is entirely situational. I have my friend to thank for sharing the title from a poem he wrote that weekend: "Then I was the remnant of a tale"
released May 6, 2015
Thanks, Brad, for the cabin and the keyboard.
Thanks, Bill, for the invitation.
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