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With their feet in the sand and the warm wind caressing their faces, who else watches the moon floating above the sparkling horizon? Who else listens to the sound of the waves whispering to the shore? There`s no telling what goes on just beneath the surface, and no one will ever know if tonight two people should decide to join together in another Midnight Swim.
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Sometimes you hear a song with a certain mood to it that just stays with you. Then you might find yourself humming or strumming it when you are in that kind of mood again. Sometimes you like it so much you record it in the studio just for fun, and once in a blue universe, it ends up on your CD.
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| Beneath a western sky full of stars that look so big and close you could almost knock them down with a long stick, the coals of a campfire glow in the night wind.
Children were once encouraged to look into the fire, into the sky, into the theater of their own minds and ride upon the wings of their imaginations to far away lands in their dreams... and to remember a song or a story they learned from the people who lived in these far away lands.
Before the frontiers became pastures long before the end of the wilderness and the beginning of the wireless, before the iron horse could outrun the appaloosa and before the VCR replace the vision quest, there were the dream catchers.
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| It has been said that some events are so rare and lucky that they can occur only once in a blue moon, if ever at all. What are the odds, of being in just the right place at just the right time to be there when one of these special moments happen? What are the chances of certain people meeting and joining together exactly when they do with such magical synchronisity? How often does one get the chance to meet a soulmate or the love of their life?
Some people sat that, "coincidence is the superstition of scientists," and that these things happen all the time for a reason. One is happening right now somewhere.
...And that`s how it feels every time I look into the magical blue universe of Kimberly`s eyes.
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| A smile is a smile in any language, from the Canary Islands off the coast of Africa to the Catalinas off of California. From Hawaii to Atlantis and from the Nile to the constellations far beyond Orion, I will always remember yours.
Who remembers the first temples and pyramids behind the rain forests, palm trees swaying in the tropical breeze, motherships floating across the tides of the ecliptic?
No matter now far we may travel through the equinoxes, my friend, I will be listening for the sound of your laughter floating upon the Trade Winds.
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| How often has someone thought of a far away friend while gazing at the lights of San Francisco shining against the night sky? Eventually the lights must finally go out as another day begins but who will ever forget...
Though he left us all too soon, his light still shines in the hearts of his friends, his family, and in the spirit of the music that he helped create and played. Dedicated to the memory of Steve Feinstein.
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| America`s oldest annual foot race, second only to the Boston Marathon, the DIPSEA has consistenly been rated as one of the top 10 most beautiful runs in the world. With poison oak, thousand foot vertical drops, and places like Cardiac Hill, it has also consistently been rated as one of the top 10 most dangerous.
It winds up from Mill Valley, down through Muir Woods, and up again along the side of Mt. Tamalpais with breathtaking views of San Francisco, the Pacific Ocean, waterfalls, giant ferns, countless wildflowers, and thousand year old redwood trees. It sometimes seems to follow old deer and ancient Indian trails before ending up at Stinson Beach where runners can finally take a DIP in the SEA.
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| For the great blue whales, an ocean apart in nothing. As these masters of the deep travel around the planet, they sing the songs taught to them by their parents and teach these songs to their children. Each generation adds a new melody to this ever evolving song and they are able to hear each other singing it across an entire ocean.
Perhaps for us an ocean apart is nothing too, since we are all still a part of the ocean and it is still part of us... and what we do to it, we do to ourselves.
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Recording and traveling in a band, you get to know the real reason why you all decided to play together in the first place. Sound checks lead to playing favorite songs you used to listen to, and one person starts to improvise and jam on the theme, and then another, until, by the end of the song, you`re all smiling and Feelin` Alright.
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| From a dream came this song about a rider who camps for the night at a lonely watering hole known as Indian Spring. Looking beyond his campfire he sees and Indian drawing down on him with an arrow aimed straight for his heart, the fire burning in the Indian`s eyes from all the broken treaties and promises.
Knowing that this must be the end, the young rider reaches for his guitar instead of his gun and starts to play the last musical notes of his life. But before closing his eyes, he notices a wooden flute hanging from the Indian`s neck.
Strumming his guitar, he waits to hear the sound of the bow-string snapping and feel the arrow crashing into his chest. But he hears the beautiful sound of a Native Plains flute instead. When he opens his eyes, he sees the Indian sitting across the fire from hims playing the wooden flute and the bow and arrow lying on the ground.
When I asked my friend, Douglas Spotted Eagle, to play the Native instruments with me on this song, I told him of my dream. After a long pause and a smile, he said that only a few miles from his secluded studio in Utah is a place called Indian Spring and one of the last remaining segments of the original Pony Express route... and that maybe this isn`t the first time we have played this song together.
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