COLOR : ELECTRITRIBE
01 Earth Ox
02 The Rocks
03 Pangea
04 Villagers
05 Medicine Man
06 Fire Dance
07 Yar
08 Forest Yell
09 Magichant
10 Anthem
I had a dream a couple years ago where I encountered the largest tree I had ever seen, possibly 5,000 years old. There was a door on the front of the trunk, and being curious, I opened it and entered the tree. Down, down, down: stairs spiraled down the trunk, taking me deep into the ground. There was a murmuring roar growing louder and louder, and a red/orange glow coming from wherever the stairs ended.
Eventually I came to the end. And the beginning. The stairs opened up to a large room, filled with sweaty, dancing tribal people. In the distance was a fire that lit the entire room, and next to the fire, a stage. On the stage were more tribal folk, in masks...with electric guitars. And drums. Everything seemed to be being amplified through the trunk of the tree, which extended up and up. There was a certain kind of warm, magic, electric energy that filled the place. Sooner or later, I woke up.
At the end of that summer, a good friend of mine living in Seattle invited me to come record music with him. Perfect, I thought, perhaps I could make a record about/by the ELECTRITRIBE. The only problem was that I lived in Virginia, had no job, and had barely enough to get by/squat (let alone travel).
Around the same time, another friend called me and invited me to ride trains with him. Where to? I asked. Anywhere, he replied.
So there I was, on the back of a CSX freight train headed to Seattle, about to make a record about an imaginary, magic tribe that played rock n roll.
I can still vividly remember us racing through the trees, plains, and over the rivers/lakes of rural America, sometimes getting up to 90 mph (esp. after dropping off cargo), standing at the edge of the train, screaming the chorus of "Like a Rolling Stone" with everything we had.
We got as far as Des Moines, Iowa when a local out in the corn fields saw my friend pissing off the side of the train. Next thing we knew, we were in a holding cell. It was at that point we decided to start hitchhiking. So after getting out, we made a few signs, stuck our thumbs up, and got ourselves out of I.O.W.A. (I Oughta Went Around, some call it).
We travelled that way for a few days through the North Midwest, mainly hitching rides from truckers at various T/As, then eventually split up and went our separate ways. My friend was headed to California and I to Seattle.
It was around this time that I came to Butte, Montana: A small mining town surrounded by mountains. It's hard to explain what really happened there, but there are two things I know for sure: there was no way out, and the whole town could read my mind. I was stuck there for about a week, and was literally going insane. I eventually found a homeless shelter, got some rest, and decided to call home.
To make a long story short, I didn't make it to Seattle that August of 2008. A little over a year later, I began recording some songs at Earthsound Studios in Chesapeake, VA.
COLOR : ELECTRITRIBE is the product of these sessions.
I sincerely hope you enjoy the music and experience of the ELECTRITRIBE.
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