Member Since: 4/2/2008
Band Members:
The Waters of Enoch.
Fortune first linked my fate with water by casting my birth under the stars of Pisces. Often I've wondered if there's a special star for the mischievous one, the joker, the prankster, and whether that star also shone over my birth, for though I was born to a water sign, I spilled from the womb choking on and spitting the very fluid of my first world.
I would like to think I felt safe and cared for in that first, floating world and that I myself had filled my mouth to drink a fond souvenir as I felt myself propelled toward my voyage through the birth canal. But perhaps I was never meant to be, perhaps, as my mother's body expelled me, the waters of her womb sought out my mouth to drown me? But born I was, and at odds with my ancestral element I went forth into the world.
My eyes opened among a family that lived in a white, wood-frame house on the edge of a valley, atop a cliff over a winding river. Maybe the river whispered at my window. Maybe in sleeping under the voice of the river, floating among its sound as I had floated once before, I felt drawn back to that watery world.
Conjecture has it that I only wanted to be with my brothers that day, but a deep intuition tells me I yearned to be close to the river. Knowing that wet ride from the womb had taken me from my floating world, perhaps I surmised the river could also take me yonder.
It is told how I tried to follow my brothers, but my brothers were all unaware and crossed the road to the log steps and went down into the park without me. Had I innocently wandered on legs not yet three years old to a precipice overlooking the river, or had I walked right toward its voice? Could I really expect to remember? Then again, how could I forget? Maybe some imaginings are deep memories that can't surface; memories that stir themselves into yearnings, yearnings best left as imagination.
I picture my young self, standing at the lip of the river, feeling the motion, the swelling currents, like a buzzing inside. I imagine myself remembering my lost, floating world, feeling reassured by it, and yearning to re-enter the water, but of course I can also imagine being afraid. I expect that is why I was crying; wanting to be with the water, yet being afraid, afraid to stay where I was, afraid to let the water sweep me away.
The tale tells that it was my father who found me and scaled the cliff, grasping, branch after branch, the thorn bushes that tore blood from his flesh, while I clung to him, cradled under one arm. It goes that I kept crying as he carried me up. I expect I was crying at being carried away from the water.
But carried away I was. My family soon moved from the river. Still, my tears had joined with the water, and water had flowed over me..
Influences: Long-view : Music has expressed itself in members of my family probably longer than I can know, from my fathers' father, to my own father, on to my brothers, my son Carver and my niece Alison.
Shorter view: My brothers and I gave "Beatles concerts" on our porch when I was six or so, with cardboard guitars, and a turntable hidden in the bushes. About 1972 I saw T-Rex live and in my head a voice said "Someday - I will have a band."
Since then, to be brief, I've been inspired by Slade, Sex Pistols, Jesus & Mary Chain, Neil Young, Husker Du, Brian Eno, Bjork, Sigur Ros, DoMakeSayThink, Explosions In The Sky, John Fahey, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash and Sadoceanspacebear.
Sounds Like:
The freedom to be yourself and like what you like one moment knowing you'll like something else just as much some other moment soon without lessening your love of either.
Wind in your mind urging you somewhere new.
Record Label: Unknown Indie
Type of Label: Indie