We spend most of our lives becoming. We are all on the quest to “become” the best and most relevant version of ourselves. For me, this becoming has been best exemplified by the music I have written.
This music, in it’s purest and most concise form, is the mirror reflection of my becoming. Part of it has been the result of the processing of life’s trials and tribulations.
I have slowly learned to let go which, in itself, is a slow if not lifelong ordeal. Part of letting go means courting dignity and grace in the face of disappointments. And disappointments are many in the life of most musicians because unreserved intention and even talent do not guarantee success.
I have no idea why I have been so driven and relentless in creating my little tone poems, but something deep inside myself assures me that it is the best use of what talent and instincts God and nature have provided me with. It’s the best way I can serve the greater good during my time in this quaint old vale of tears.
As my wife often reminds me, “all you can do is all you can do.” All of this, of course, is an effort to, in some small way, best express what Maurice Ravel called, “life’s mysterious thrill.”
This album was recorded in 1973. It is now considered a sort of “minor classic” in a genre loosely called “Prog Rock.”
I don’t really know how to feel about the record now. It is so long ago and I was a much different player at this early stage. I occasionally see the album for sale from various rare record sources and the price can vary between $50.00 and $200.00. If I would have known that, I would have saved more than a couple of copies. Record collectors from Japan, Italy, and Brazil have contacted me about getting a copy and since I want to save the few copies I have, they have to look elsewhere.
You can see who the players are in Sailor if you click on See More and scroll down.