I grew up in Ithaca, NY, where the bumper stickers proclaim "Ithaca is gorges". There are many awe-inspiring gorges in the area, indeed, and this song was mostly written while sitting by the water down in a gorge along Six Mile Creek, back in 1996.
The 6/8 lilt of this song's beat always ramps into an awesome groove with the percussionists when I play it at the open mic Wednesdays at the Skunk Hollow Tavern. I don't know why I don't think to play it more often.
In this recording, the echoes and rich sampled cellos bring a lush, mesmerizing feel. Recorded in 2008 at mangobananas studios, Ithaca, NY. All sounds by me and Logic Pro (drums, cellos, Rhodes piano via samplers/modelers).
Thanks for listening!
moving along my cable box is tuned in to a screen full of snow I'm static and protected watching white noise flow by waterfalls and gorges I'm put in my place sediments in layers river carves a trace listen to the song echoing in the gorge listen to the beat moving along listen to the song echoing in the gorge listen to the beat moving along questions disconnected sparkling river shines breathing deep and stretching trying to find rhymes always masquerading wallowing in dreams life is not believing things are what they seem 17 June 1996 ©1996 Andy Wyatt