Description
original version release on cassette | unique ancient tavern | 1998
Recorded at my mother’s home in New Smithville, PA and at a live performance from the Rodale Farm Summer Festival.
*This slightly longer, subtly enhanced/remixed version is inspired by my recent visit to Pennsylvania and reconnecting with the oppressive heat, fantastic moods, and night bugs of summer in the countryside.
“I can look forward to no future; I must spend a season of oblivion with nature–
A train is rumbling in the distance; the hot August moon throws its pale light over the earth, heat lightning illumines the unfathomed north; the cricket chorus pulses ceaselessly–a great oppression comes over me–What will the outcome be?”
(Charles Burchfield, August 7, 1916)
Pacing the yard, I am grateful that I am still animal enough. An arousing profusion makes its way to the surface of me. Fireflies blink on the outskirts of things; a snapped branch of dry leaves nothing sees…
(August 7, 1998)
