October 31, 2006

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  A friend has passed on, his name was Aion (Eaglechild).
  Please pray for his family and all of the friends that came in contact with him.  He was gifted in so many ways; he had a Light and the gift of poetry.  He will be sorely missed.  He was only 25.
  
  

  

  
  Irrigators
  regulate the waters; arrow-makers straighten arrow shafts; carpenters shape
  wood; and the good control themselves.

  -Dhammapada 145

  
  (Samhain)

  Spirit of Love C.O.B. 1970

  Guitarist-banjoist Clive Palmer cofounded the Incredible String
  Band, Britain’s preeminent psychedelic folk outfit, in the mid-1960s. But after
  the group’s first album he left to travel Afghanistan and India. Reduced to the
  duo of Mike Heron and Robin Williamson, the Incredible String Band went on to
  produce a dazzling series of eccentric and highly celebrated folk records, but
  Palmer also lived up to the band’s early promise. By the ’70s he had founded
  Clive’s Original Band (truncated to C.O.B.), a group exploring the intersections
  between Celtic folk, romantic mythology, and Eastern musical scales. The concept
  wasn’t far from what the Incredible String Band had practiced in his absence,
  but C.O.B. benefited from Palmer’s deep resonant vocals and simple, iconic
  tunesmithing. What’s more, he surrounded himself with a formidable set of
  musicians. Spirit of Love, the group’s debut, utilizes a deft range of
  instruments-from washboard to recorder to dulcitone-to build an ! ululating
  river of folk music.

  The opening number, “Spirit of Love,” is perhaps
  the most striking of the set, a cascade of layered acoustic guitar, detuned
  piano, and distant echoing voices. The steady one-two rhythm, played on woozy
  guitar, combines with Palmer’s reverberating voice to find a surface like water
  rolling in the dark. The lyrics too prove amorphous and magical: “Then through a
  glass darkly see / Then face to face you will be / Spirit of love move in me /
  Spirit of love set you free.” Palmer’s rich vocals reach their apogee on the a
  cappella song “Wade in the Water,” where he is joined by a loose, buzzing
  harmony chorus and the impromptu rhythms of hand claps and foot stomps. The
  tune, more incantation than song, feels exuberant and makeshift, like a band of
  friends singing beneath the stars.

  Much of the album adopts a quavering,
  low-volume, dream-logic tone, the songs’ Celtic melodies blending with splendid
  Indian and Arabic trills. “Sweet Slavery” may be the best of these wandering
  tunes. Through the entire track, the hypnotic hum of an Indian organ weaves
  between the rough strums of acoustic guitar. Background voices rise and fall,
  mirrored by a soft cello, and the lyrics cycle through an impressionistic,
  hallucinatory romance: “Her memories bring pictures of the sea / She swims the
  gleaming shallows, rescues me.” But with Palmer asserting a mournful authority,
  C.O.B.’s visions never fall into preciousness. Instead, they generate a powerful
  space of nature and magic fed on the ancient waterways of Great Britain.
  

  	Listen to all sound clips from this CD
  “Spirit of Love” “Wade in the Water” “Sweet Slavery”

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  As far as yesterday’s post, my life is full and complete.  I am lonely at times, but fill it with other things!
  I am waiting for love to find me, but not very patiently-lol!

  

  
  

  
   

  

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