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Nest - Woodsmoke (10/10) - Finland - 2003
Genre: Folk
Label: Corvus Records
Playing time: 44:32
Band homepage: Nest
Tracklist:
The Silvershade Lynx
Call Of The Wild
By The Healing Waters
Otterheart
Summer Storm
Calmly Passing Monument
Renewal
Courting
A Winternight Visage
After several hours of wandering in the dark forest and passing the same
landmarks over and over again you admit to yourself that you're lost. Not
only lost, but starving and thirsty and with legs aching from the walking.
Though feeling drained you somehow find the energy to climb to the top of the
hill you see nearby. Once you reach the top and gather your breath you notice
a campfire not too far away. The thought of another human being and food and
shelter gives you an adrenaline rush and start to hurry down the hill. But as
you get to the bottom you curse yourself for not taking the time to check the
direction and distance. The feeling of hope suddenly fades away and you fall
to the ground in desperation.
But what is that? Is that music the winds are carrying? As if the music was
giving you new strength you quickly rise to your feet and start hurrying
towards the source of the melody. Faster and faster until you see a light
glowing from behind what looks to be a circle of tall birches. Before you
know it you are inside the circle and see the soaring fire that seems to rise
above to meet you. The music indeed comes from this place, even the roaring
of the flames is drowned by the melodies. Looking past the fire you see a
grey shape and in an instant the music stops, seemingly as soon as it had
started and the grey shape turns out to be an old man. Somehow you get the
feeling he is far older than he appears and his voice radiates ancient wisdom
as he beckons you to sit on the log by the fire. Hesitantly you obey, and as
you sit the old man turns his attention back to the instrument he was playing
a minute ago. The sound of it is unmistakable; it is that of a kantele, the
musical instrument of mythical proportions. As he starts playing, all other
sounds seem to disappear, even the fire stops crackling and the birds stop
singing as the waves of music flow from this wise man. Suddenly you are not
sitting by the campfire anymore; the music carries you away, through time and
place. Images of ancient civilisations flash past your eyes as you travel
through time. Blurry images of a forest flies by, as if you were running in
ancient woods...
Suddenly the images disappear and you open your eyes grasping for breath, as
if you haven't breathed in hours. Turning your attention to the old man you
are struck with fear, for the old man seems to have grown, his head at the
same level as the crown of every tree. And not only has he grown, he radiates
inner light, so brightly you have to turn your eyes away. "Do not be afraid"
the words ring through your mind but you swear you did not hear them. Turning
your head to the old man, it hits you, his eyes are fixed at you, and you
cannot escape the feeling that his stare drills right through your soul. And
as soon as you realise this, the music fills your ears and flows right into
your soul, cleansing it from darkness.
The music stops, and you open your eyes. The old man is gone as is the
campfire. The coldness of the log makes you quickly stand up and looking down
you notice it is not a log at all, but a stone covered in moss. And then it
dawns on you, everything is bathing in sunlight! Looking up and shading your
eyes you see that the sun has already reached its zenith point. But how is
that possible, for the last thing you remember is that of you sitting at the
bottom of the hill, cursing yourself in frustration. How was that possible
you do not know, as you now know exactly what direction to take to find your
way out of the forest. Somehow you also feel much happier now, as if a huge
weight had been lifted off your shoulders and all the bad memories washed
away. So, you head off into the right direction, whistling and with a smile
on your face...
And somewhere, deep in the darkness of the forest, the music plays on...
(Online August 19, 2003)
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