![]() ![]() I can’t really remember how I made it back. But believing blindly and foolishly we could somehow escape, the studio engineering staff’s mental anguish and desperation drove them into the arms of their own destruction. If they do, perhaps it might communicate in the best way I know how the unspoken sorrows, trauma and gradual extinguishing of hope that so many of us here experienced after the trouble came. Will anyone ever hear this music? I doubt it. Holed up here at my wit’s end, how could I express myself any other way than through music, futile though it may be what else to do during this lonely vigil… So here is my overture to the end of things I hope expressing the interminable waiting, the continually unresolved (harmonic) tension my profound unease, longing, regret, and sense of foreboding the feeling that things are incrementally, chromatically and inexorably descending and sliding downwards. The continual distant threat and sense of unwelcome presence the tormenting thoughts of what might have been. Mostly each of these last days is full of ever encroaching despair and an irresistible descent into darkness. Occasionally there are still interlunar displays of wonder in the skies but it’s a dread wonder. But now that vista is marred and corrupted beyond any expectation or recognition. ![]() We came here to record in great measure because of the incredible elevation providing truly stunning and inspiring views for miles around across the city and surrounding countryside. Not that I can ever escape the indelible images seared onto my memory. I’d rather fade away alone here, apparently unnoticed in these soundproof rooms, than face the terrors below. I cannot face descending the mountain again after what we saw. Mountain View Recording Studios, Switzerlandīarring some miracle, this body of work will be my last. ![]()
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