Inlet by Conquered

This album is a sort of abbreviated musical autobiography. The first track is a simplified description of half-remembed dreams from my early youth, filtered through the lens of my now less-youthful mind. "Zombie Prescription" was profoundly important to me in my teenage years and contains sentiment still very relevant. "Swimming Song," although older than I am, struck a powerful chord with me these past few summer-autumn shifts, a time of reflection and nostalgic melancholy. The last track is a quite literal decline into a single line of text taken from "Pilgrimage" by Zenna Henderson, a line that embodies facing the inevitable.

Reflecting backward, projecting forward. Not much difference, I tend to think. And here is the sound of experience in the middle, in the midst, in the mist, burnt away by the new day's rising sun, by the declining earth yielding itself to the warming rays, dispelling shadows for a time, until they yet again envelop us.

An inlet, an outlet, the something that exists in the transition - that is, the change itself, the unknowable knife-edge point (or even yet the haziest expanse) on which the distinction between opposing notions rests.

An unpredictable interim in the midst of the vast calmness of nothingness.

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