"The Feather Man"
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Track count: 6 Tracks
Instrumentation: Antique Parlor Guitar, Owl Feather
Original concept: I had a dream the night of March 9th, and decided to do a song based on how the dream felt. I thought only acoustic instruments, something feathery and light. Will try doing this piece using an antique parlor guitar that I inherited from my father as the sole sound source. The guitar is probably at least 150 years old, and is quite lovely. It needs to be tuned lower than concert pitch, since it's so delicate, but that gives it a sweet soulful quality. Perfect.
This dream was about "The Feather Man." Here's the dream...
I dreamed I was in a grove of trees, poplar and cottonwood. I looked up, and there was a youngish bearded man with glasses, gently hanging in the air, just floating in a standing position about ten or twenty feet off the ground.
The floating man was holding some large feathers in his hands, hawk and owl feathers, and one large feather ran up each leg to the knee, like shin-guards. Otherwise he was dressed simply in regular clothes. Jeans and a plaid shirt, maybe.
He came down, settling gently on the ground, and asked me if I knew who he had seen, and I said a red-tail hawk, maybe a great horned owl? He said yes, but there was another thing that I didn't want to see, and then I did see beyond him a circle of huge black iridescent feathers on the ground, circled as if around a kill - the slain bird would have been huge, like four times the size of an eagle or condor - and he was right, I didn't want to know about that.
He floated back up to the treetops and held his hand out to a high branch. A small bird, a song bird, walked onto his hand. He floated back down and held his hand out to me, and I took the bird, a meadowlark, I saw - but rendered in a stylized way, like a carving - although it was colorful and very much alive. As it moved I thought how this was one of my favorite birds, and even as I thought that, it began to change into some kind of sinuous animal, like a cat or an otter, completely covered in yellow fabric with small red flowers on it. The animal was turning in my arms and weaving around my legs and nuzzling me like a familiar animal might. It was very sweet, and I remember feeling happy.
Then I woke up.
Anyway... Something came to me as soon as I picked up my father's old guitar, and since my studio isn't quite put together yet, I recorded some basic "scratch" tracks, using my Olympus LS10 field recorder, so I wouldn't forget 'em. It's such a sweet little guitar, even out of tune... some of the song will involve "regular" guitar playing, but I also got some good sounds by tapping on the guitar and running my finger along the curve of the body.
Went back and re-recorded the guitar, mostly in single takes with minimal editing, leaving in the sounds of my hands and the wood.