Unhinged - Pilgrims of Stoke

I've been lucky enough in this life to develop relationships with some superb folks.  Tony Khalife is not the least, by far.  I've been involved in recording projects with him since his first vocal record in 1996.  In 1997, on my 25th birthday we recorded tabla/guitar for my first ever studio session at Blue Room Recording Studios.  Suffice it to say as a teacher, friend, and now collaborator there is a lot of adventuring there.   He and I now share co-writes a fair bit.  His exotic rhythmic and harmonic sensibilities are balanced by my minimalist tastes and command of language.  We've been sharing 1-2 week summer sabbatical musical recording/songwriting summits for decades but starting in 2016 we started co-writing in earnest.  As of this writing, we've got 9 demos for his new record in the bag. 

I brought this track to the table last year and he wrote some gorgeous inversions and played a solo for the ages to supplement my meditation on the state of America (and myself) in the summer 2017, namely post Charlottesville.  It could be anywhere, anytime, though.  Bobby added that feel that only Bobby has and glued it together and I waited until the anniversary of Charlottesville to put it to video and share it.

Dedicated to the spirit of Wilfred Owen (look him up), and if you like what you read check out Paul Fussell's pulitzer prize winning "The Great War and Modern Memory" to learn just how unhinged the 20th and now 21st centuries have become.  Modernity is certainly interesting, to paraphrase the old Buddhist curse. 

Somewhere between the minefields where only echoes dare to roam
I see my baby sittin' there reflecting, of course, close to the source
I come unhinged, love rescues me

And on the worst days one can imagine for this generation of maybe the next
I see my baby sittin' there reflecting, of course, so close to the source
I come unglued, love rescues me

We woudl give anything for a beautiful view
Yes, just about everything for a beautiful