Metal Monday CCXXIV - Wandering Spirit

8/6/2018

The second release from ALDA, we return this week with the showcase song "Wandering Spirit" from the Tahoma album. The cover already personifies the style of this album and bands intentions, the salmon swimming against the stream, the remains of a person sunk beneath the unceasing stream and progression of life. In the background, the tall pines and mighty mountain stretch on signaling that this is a place for only the wild at heart, where life and death lurk together. This entire album through exudes untamed power and brilliance, as majestic as a stag, and as loud as an avalanche. This week we celebrate survival and death all in the same as we wander this world in search of whatever it is that drives each of us. So stand firm and grit your teeth, this week may try and assail you and you must do as all wild things do, perservere in the face of hardship.

This has become the weight of all
This is the precipice, the breaking of the spirit
This is the weight of fate
Carried into the ocean of chaos

In the waning light we bloom
In the bitterness of mourning
We release this pain

Safe passage to you, our friend
Though where you've wandered we cannot follow
When the spring rises you shall be reborn.

lyrics provided by https://www.metal-archives.com/albums/Alda/%3ATahoma%3A/294481

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THE MAD BARRON

QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)