This album takes you on a journey deep to the heart of the forest, and from this vantage point, surrounded by the tranquillity of nature, encourages you to explore the ever changing night sky. Two tracks feature lyrics, sung by Romanian opera singer Albert Buga. The first is sung from the point of view of ‘The Brigand’ a Romanian ‘Robin Hood’ like character, and relates strongly to nature and the forest. The second, a take on a traditional Romanian folk song, reflects on the passing of time. The instrumentation puts the distinctive vintage sound of the Moog synthesiser centre stage with support from traditional instruments such as violin, recorder, flute, didgeridoo and electric guitar. The album features, along with Albert Buga, guest performances from Lilith - vocal improvisation and Mei-Ling Loft (a.k.a Myristica) on Piano.
released July 5, 2018
PHIL THORNTON Synthesisers, Didgeridoo, Bass recorder, Chicken flute, Electric guitar, rhythm programming and performance, Nature recordings.
ALBERT BUGA Vocals
JENNY BENWELL Violin
All songs created in the ‘Expandibubble’ studio, produced by Phil Thornton Cover image Dark Moon Pictures/Shutterstock.com
Special thanks to Mei-Ling Loft, Albert Buga and Rose Baldry for their help and support in making this album possible.
“Arde-mi-te-ai” is an exclamation that cannot be translated exactly, it’s somewhat melancolical. The singer is addressing himself to the woods, speaking to them. “Ardemiteai, codru des” ......exclamation - dense forest, you can see, it’s been decided, that I would not find my way out of you..” That’s the first verse. The second verse says c-am intrat copil blajin, s-Acuma-s mosneag batran. “I went inside as a young boy, and now, now I am an old man..” It talks about the love for the forest.
Track Name: PASSING DAYS & PASSING NIGHTS
Trec zile cu noptile Ne-ajung batranetile Trec florile, Trec si eu Dupa mandra-mi pare rau.
Batranete zile grele Mult as da sa scap de ele Trec florile Trec si eu Dupa mandra-mi pare rau.
Stele ard pe cerul sus Vor mai fi cand noi ne-am dus Trec florile Trec si eu, Dupa mandra-mi pare rau.
Passing days and nights Old age is getting closer Flowers pass and so do I I feel sorrow for my girl
Old age, hard days, I’d give anything to let them go Flowers pass and so do I I feel sorrow for my girl
Stars are burning in the sky up high They will keep burning when we are gone
...flowers pass and so do I I feel sorrow for my girl