Robbie Basho - Visions of the Country

"I would paint for you a portrait of North America as a beautiful woman, when she was young and untamed, untrammeled upon and unshamed. Her discipline was natural, her modesty overwhelming. And in the morning she would wash the burning face of the sun with her loving mist and comb his auburn hair with balsam fur: and he would smile upon her, and the day would begin and she would spread her apron for all to gather round her and she would feed the deer and the birds and share her loving heart with all creation. And with breakfast done, she would take her waterjar across her shoulders and off to the fields she would go; the seeds of corn and squash to sow, and she would raise her head to watch the forests weave their silent singing o'er the wind; and she would tickle the streams with magic fingers and feel the waters flow and know the humor of their coursing. And up, up into the afternoon she would saunter, the sweat won her brow, and past the jagged rocks, and past the balsam boughs, and in the shade of cedar she would stop to rest perchance to pray. Could see forget the warmth of sun against her breast all day, and cool of moon against her eyes at night, and sight has fallen into sleep and keep: and awake! and shake! and clear! and down and deep she wonders with the deer, and suppertime is drawing near; and dear it is the broth of sky she drinks and sweet the taste of buttered sun before he sinks (beyond the horizon), ..... and twilight winks his way into her watchful heart, and start the song. For in the evening she would sing oh so sweetly that entire earth would turn on its side the better to hear her: and moon would place his palm against his cheek and weep with deep emotion: for he was an old fellow with white hair, and she made him forget the distance of eons and eons and neutrons and protons. And of course this happened a long time ago before the age of tempered steel and ruffled lace, and outer space. But one can still hear her singing in the high countries of the heart and in the vast canyons of constant memory where the life of a single being is not forgotten nor forsworn and somewhere a child is both, and no where is the blanket torn between thee and me and shining sea and God knows 

earth calls
rain falls
corn grows

loloma, loloma, loloma         kwak kwal" (Robbie Basho. From the liner notes.)

A1. Green River Suite
A2. Rodeo
A3. Rocky Mountain Raga
A4. Variations On Easter
A5. Blue Crystal Fire
B1. Orphan's Lament
B2. Leaf In The Wind
B3. Night Way
B4. Elk Dreamer's Lament
B5. Call On The Wind

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