I believe that every single one of my songs has the ability to keep on growing on their own once I let my propension to hold onto them as long as I can, too long sometimes, that they have the blessing to keep on evolving through the heart and spirit of those who welcome them for an instant or two as they’re unfolding their life travels. There are some that have the empowering nature to transform and retransform, shape and reshape, transfigure and retransfigure who I am. Of those, the song “The Pain That Bonds” has a rare ascendence to my perpetual inner-metamorphism, like a moving marker reminding me of where I come from, offering me clarity as to where I am, and giving me the courage to dream my tomorrows all over again.
It’s through an interview/conversation I recently had with my friend Scott, who mentioned that the initial version of that song, found on the album “Windows in the Sky” was 5 minutes, while its latest incarnation on “A Nightfall Ritual” clocks in at 16:41 that I realized just how evocative of my personal voyage that song was. Written out of my grieving despairs, I started to daub some of its words on a rooftop in Tangier back in August 2016, almost 10 years ago. I’m not sure if there are still any elements of the person I was back then… That could explain the additional 11-12 minutes it has gained over the years.
Listening to its initial inception, followed by its most recent rendition, is quite significantly revealing of the emancipative journey its ongoing venture remains to this day.
Life creates life.
