I wish I could easily explain this collection; I wish I could account for it, at all. My usual approach to any new project is to start out with an idea, or a series of ideas, and build on it. There is no such effort here.
What you’re hearing is the soundtrack to a mental breakdown in progress. It is not the dramatic and horrifying collapse into chaos one might expect, rather it is a slow process of layers stripping away, like paint peeling off an abandoned shed, bricks and mortar returning to dust. I am reminded of the Buddha’s parable regarding the man with a brush, the mountain, and the Eon.
Long-buried memories slowly surface, like fossil outlines seen in a desert cliff-face that was once the coastline of an ancient inland sea. Many, indeed most, are mere fragments, pieces of a greater whole, as yet undiscovered. Of those that can be identified, some are revealing, some are amusing, and some are truly heartbreaking, yet I cannot merely set them aside.
And so I find myself in the company of ghosts, wandering in the Palace of Memory, seeking something, though I know not what. I have nothing to fear from these blithe spirits; indeed, they seem no less confused and confounded by their state of being than I am by my own. Perhaps we are kindred spirits, after all.
There are some interesting bits along our path:
In Drowning In The Gravity Well, we feel the oppressive weight of a planet beneath our feet, and seek to achieve Escape Velocity.
In Light Without Heat, a friend’s smile is a beacon in a darkened room.
In I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream and Self-Inflicted Wounds, we experience the rage of the voiceless, and learn that there are choirs in the Seventh Circle of Hell.
In Lorelai, we hear one of the ghosts singing.
In Fall From Grace, we walk with Lucifer as he enters the gates of Pandemonium for the first time, and consoles himself with the thought “Tis better to reign in Hell.”
In Credo Quia Absurdum Est, and Credo Quia Consolans, we confront the mystery of faith.
So, even as I welcome you to my Memory Palace, remember that “Enter of your own free will” is both invitation and dire warning. Tread carefully.
Winston Psmith, Year of the Plague, 2020-2021
credits
released May 14, 2021
All tracks written, performed and produced by Winston Psmith.
Mastered by Adrian Elmer
Photography by Winston Psmith
Layout by Adrian Elmer
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