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This is the 399th SoundCloud Exclusive Interbay track...the 399th consecutive daily posting of never before heard Interbay music.  

"It all seems like a dream..."  

I am prone to getting lost in nostalgia.  I have emptied the well of the comfort that nostalgia once offered me, long ago.  I have become suspicious of my own desire for legacy, for leaving something behind that could be valuable to someone.  

...but, then I think about photo albums.  Once precious and treasured family heirlooms, in a world where there seems to be an infinite amount of storage space for the uncountable number of photographs we each accumulate day after day, and how devalued and impermanent those images now seem...I'm not entirely sure what role photo albums hold in our modern society.  

I don't have many photo albums myself--I think I have two.  The rest of my physically photos are spread between two shoeboxes.  I used to look at them all the time, but less so as those are portals to a very specific and unchanging time.  

My more recent photos are stored in the cloud--ephermera defined.  I don't seem to look at them the way I used to repeatedly peer into the boxes of Kodak prints and Polaroids.  

When my wife died, she left behind a bunch of photo albums...none of them have any photos of me or our kid.  These are all photos from before I knew her...and I only know the stories of a sliver of the photos collected here.  As the last curator of my wife's life, I'm frustrated that I can only properly tell part of her story--and I fear that no one will bother to tell mine, when I'm gone.  

Stranger still, I know that I exist in numerous photo albums of people I no longer know.  Could they have thrown those photo albums out?  Are they ever looked at?  What sort of feelings do those photos dredge up for them...and would my own feelings be different than theirs?  

That's the state of mind that this latest Interbay track was born out of...a distrust of nostalgia blended with the echoes of the lure and comfort of nostalgia, and wanting to know how or even if one is remembered.  

I thought about taking a photograph of one of my own photo albums or one of my late wife's for the thumbnail image, but eventually settled for a generic photo of "a" photo album, rather than anything that too specifically ties this story to me...because I would be surprised if I'm the only one who thinks about this sort of thing.  

I went for an mellow, chillout, triphop vibe for this...with pizzicato violins, deep vibraphones, scoring strings, a flute that sounds more like a saxophone, a trombone that might be out of tune--but that adds a risable tension that I decided to embrace rather than erase.  

There are drums, but this track is not drum-centric.  (There's one partricular set of percussion that I think gives off a reggae vibe--well, reggae as played by The Police, perhaps.)    

I do like this track.  It feels different than what I normally do (but that also seems impossible because I often hop from style to style, genre to genre--often in the same song.)  I could hear this as bumper music for an NPR show (although, NPR show producers need to hurry up and use it for that purpose, as Orange Man Bad seems intent on eliminating most good things about America, NPR being one of them.)  

Give this a listen and let me know what you think.  
Like, repost, share, comment, playlist...all wonderful things you could do to help this ongoing Interbay music project.  

...but following this page might be the best thing you could possibly do, as that would make it easier for you to follow along as these daily track posts continue...

"Yellowed Pages" *SoundCloud Exclusive*

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Sea Ghost III

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