Howe Gelb’s new release, Dust Bowl. Here’s Howe’s story:
The time frame intriques…
that little sparkle of speckle filling up our sun beams so dancingly down to earth when we think out our time in history, now vexed with it’s perplex…so intense and off the chart…dense with hardship, fear and economic woe…it’s of interest to compare it to a waterless storm without end and the future offering nothing but dust…that’s what songs became then too…dancingly down to earth…
here is a sonic collection that could have been culled from such an endless season while survival and love would have to fight off each other for one’s priority no matter what unfolds, the spirit finds a way to sing through it like were only here for a blink of an eye regardless of the dusty chunk in it.
these tracks were mostly done at home with that true dust sound (and not by a computer) except nicely badly on the last 3).
the sound of survival instead of demise…a revival for the dust free one day to arise.
the end.
howe gelb
