The microphones crackle with natural sounds. The exoskeletal violins blur sounds somewhat cacophonous and melodious with innate intention as they play the cricket symphony their maker has composed for them in divine repose. Field recorder preamps cranked well beyond the traditional noise floor accommodations, the song begins to appear in the memory like lifted fog. Cross a clearing and round a corner to emerge. Two roads diverge. Choose and make all the difference. . .
He puts a foot to moss and feels it give life a try before dying to boot. Some things are made to be beat down. They stand tall and die bravely like hopes in the heart of the faithless. Still and quiet with silent rage, their vengeance is muted by creation anew. One living thing passing on in revelation of another. The poem will not write itself and so the poet plods on with a burdened abandon. Robert Frost did the Dismal in 1894, so why not a fresh quest redux in this 21st century? Armed with an array of digital audio and video recording equipment from Sony, Canon, Tascam and GoPro, three art makers venture out into The Swamp to connect with the past and rescue a documentation of journey -- a re-dramatization of Frost's journey.
We pass the setting sun. We approach with tiger toes. We are shepherds and we are nymphs. We hear the laughter on the lips of the wind and it is only a half-truth of benevolence. It is really the blind ambivalence of the absolute that echoes through-in and throughout us as we march swampy. Always the crickets resin their bows with dynamic crescendo and the wooded orchestra progresses awfully amorously off into eternity. The Jaguar, The Nightingale, The Tyger, The Flea, The One-Eyed Horse of Death, and The Jabberwock await us, as so too did they haunt for Frost more than a century ago. We have the science now, but we still know nothing of the potentials which nature holds. We feel fears of loss and an ensuing darkness reminds us that we are not per se "safe" from all harms. We record it all and we honor her chaste power, respecting the mother's authority.
Appearing alive this Friday, taking the stage at NeWorlDeli on Guadalupe Street in Austin, the metaphorical metaphysical recreation of "Robert Frost vs The Great Dismal Swamp" will unveil its melodic charms as The Jaja Mystics encourage and invite you to #getdismal with them. Be rhythmically on time and harmonically sound with your decisions as life greets you this week. Stew on it and come discover the romance of our cricket symphony.
***Note: no crickets were harmed in the making of this rock opera.***
He puts a foot to moss and feels it give life a try before dying to boot. Some things are made to be beat down. They stand tall and die bravely like hopes in the heart of the faithless. Still and quiet with silent rage, their vengeance is muted by creation anew. One living thing passing on in revelation of another. The poem will not write itself and so the poet plods on with a burdened abandon. Robert Frost did the Dismal in 1894, so why not a fresh quest redux in this 21st century? Armed with an array of digital audio and video recording equipment from Sony, Canon, Tascam and GoPro, three art makers venture out into The Swamp to connect with the past and rescue a documentation of journey -- a re-dramatization of Frost's journey.
We pass the setting sun. We approach with tiger toes. We are shepherds and we are nymphs. We hear the laughter on the lips of the wind and it is only a half-truth of benevolence. It is really the blind ambivalence of the absolute that echoes through-in and throughout us as we march swampy. Always the crickets resin their bows with dynamic crescendo and the wooded orchestra progresses awfully amorously off into eternity. The Jaguar, The Nightingale, The Tyger, The Flea, The One-Eyed Horse of Death, and The Jabberwock await us, as so too did they haunt for Frost more than a century ago. We have the science now, but we still know nothing of the potentials which nature holds. We feel fears of loss and an ensuing darkness reminds us that we are not per se "safe" from all harms. We record it all and we honor her chaste power, respecting the mother's authority.
Appearing alive this Friday, taking the stage at NeWorlDeli on Guadalupe Street in Austin, the metaphorical metaphysical recreation of "Robert Frost vs The Great Dismal Swamp" will unveil its melodic charms as The Jaja Mystics encourage and invite you to #getdismal with them. Be rhythmically on time and harmonically sound with your decisions as life greets you this week. Stew on it and come discover the romance of our cricket symphony.
***Note: no crickets were harmed in the making of this rock opera.***
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