The Fates 2002      Remastered July, 2008

  Songs Lyrics
Nothing Is Everything
Wear Moccasins
Last Train Home 
I Know A Girl 
What If?
The Fates (Oswald Spengler)
Jello Time 

In a way all of the songs on "The Fates" are a conversation with the Muse, that 'something', usually pictured as a female, that causes artists to create. Read the opposite direction one could equally say that the songs are a conversation of the Muse with her only vehicle into reality, the merely human artist. In "Nothing Is Everything" the Muse spells herself out with perfect clarity as an impenetrable riddle. In "Wear Moccasins" her wisdom is sought in the form of the 'wise old man', for the song was inspired by a visit to Dan Pine who was then the last surviving grandson of the great Chief Shingwauk (1773 -1854), of the Ojibway band at Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada. Sitting at the head of a well used kitchen table the ninety-three year old one-armed, pencil-thin elder chain-smoked Player's no-filter cigarettes that he had me light for him. After a long time he leaned toward me and said with barely a whisper, "Wear moccasins in summertime.", a phrase as equally revealing and hidden as the lyrics of "Nothing Is Everything". The_Fates__Cover
 The wisdom of the Muse cannot be gotten second hand -- too easy, too cheap. The next song, "Last Train Home", meanwhile, is as bold and clear a statement of the mutual feeling between artist and Muse, lover and lover, being and nothingness, as one could hope for. Then back to the impossible riddle as a playful dance in "Honey" and "I Know a Girl". In "What If" the painful separation of artist and Muse, (lover and lover, being and nothingness), made all the more intense by the moments of inspiration-connection, is played as a dance between voice and trumpet. In "Salome" she is inspiration as destruction as so many merely human artists and lovers and beings have lived out. Without self-awareness one risks losing their head...

In "The Fates" we meet the Muse as the namesake of this collection of songs. In her singular form the Greeks named her Moira, "the personification of fate and necessity." When imagined as a trinity she was called the Moirae consisting of Clotho (the "spinner" who spun the thread of a person's life), Lachesis (who measured the length of the thread-life), and Atropos (who cut the thread). This is why the CD photo features three views of the one statue. In the song she keeps her paradoxical riddle nature while bringing in a new 'wise old man', a dead white European as opposed to a native American elder, the visionary scholar Oswald Spengler who ended his 1917 masterpiece The Decline of the West with the old Greek saying, "The fates guide he who will, he who won't they drag". The musical odyssey ends with "Talk", as if the Muse saying, "Enough words, sacrifice what must be sacrificed, make me real". What is it to make the Muse, love or nothingness "real" in 2004. Must one sacrifice one's life to art? One's lover to love? One's life to nothingness? Could it be that one must sacrifice the romantic idea of sacrifice to art, love and life in order to be what the Muse inspires one to sing about? A project in progress, "Psychopomp", explores the door opened here to greater depths. Until then, "The fates guide he who will...

Top Shelf: Ron Belsito - alto and tenor saxophone / Mike Cote - congas / Rony DalCin - keyboards, background vocals / Marc Dubreuil - drums / Pete "Pluto" Goehring - trombone / Steve Ryan - trumpet / Martin Virta - bass / Malcolm White - guitar / Peter White - lead and background vocals, lead and rhythm guitar

Cd cover sculpture, "Matin", by Michael Burtch
Cd cover photography by Steve Lang

Engineered/Produced by Peter White

All songs by Peter White © 2002 except "Jello Time" by Rony DalCin © 2002 All rights reserved.

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