There was a lot of anticipation for this album. I followed the headlines as closely as I could, watching for the track list, the cover art and telling everyone I knew with excited enthusiasm that the new album was approaching quickly and that it was undoubtedly going to be in my top 10. I never had any doubt, which leaves me in an odd position. All I want to do is get people to listen to this so I'll try my best to do that here.
Have you ever gone on a hike into a forest without knowing where the trail would take you? Picture the entrance, the sign post weather-beaten and unclear but you proceed with a sense of adventure. It's winter out with a fresh snow covering the rocky ground like a blanket. You walk along the trail noticing the sound of running water, the icy wind blowing through trees making their branches sway and creak. Things seem so serene and peaceful you lose track of the distance walked and suddenly realize you haven't seen a trail marker in some time, maybe a mile, maybe two. The first attempt is made to regain your bearings, but the path is unclear, what you've been walking on has been your own path, one previously untraveled and this realization sends a shiver of panic through your body.
Confused and trying to deal with the feeling of being lost in a strange place you search for something familiar; the running water, the stream you heard at the entrance to the forest. Approaching the sound a clearing comes into view. Moving at a frantic pace toward the clearing hoping for a sign of civilization, a road, a farm, but what you approach is a lake frozen over and still. It's beautiful and for a moment the silence takes hold of you trudging up memories, regrets, the struggle of existence as you walk onto the ice looking up toward specks of white against the gray. Suddenly the ice gives way and you're reminded that your delicate existence is being questioned right now. You struggle for the edge, for your life which caught in a moment of reflection is soon to be snuffed out, but you manage to escape the icy grip of death.
It may not be possible to find a way out of the forest before nightfall, so you start considering other options. In this moment a faint line of smoke becomes clear against the gray horizon. It may not be a way out, but at least it's a warm place to ask for help, a glimmer of hope in an otherwise hopeless situation. You make your way to a small cabin, a hunting lodge for one. And inside through the window you see a figure but can't believe your own eyes. It is you, rocking in a chair swaddled in a red cotton throw next to a raging fire. Is this a dream or death? Have you drowned?
This is what Marrow of the Spirit feels like to me. Now go and find out what it feels like to you.
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