Hullo, me hearties.
This is the third entry of the presentation I make for Through Waves’ EP “SONGS FROM ANOTHER GENDER”.
“SONGS FROM ANOTHER GENDER” is a short collection of songs from my personal files which, until the present date, I was unable to release, for various reasons. They are now properly assembled and recorded, and available for you. For eight weeks, I will present each track with lyrics and whatever story I can tell about them. This EP happens at a defining moment in my life, which is characterized by a tremendous shift of perspective regarding my identity and expression; and by being an ongoing theme in denial in my life, as the songs come from as late as 2008 and as early as 2013, shows that it is imperative to address this subject, otherwise Through Waves would have no means to continue its musical endeavours. Basically, without this EP, there would be no other albums, or no Raine Holtz for that matter (whoever they are), so here it is, at last.
"SONGS FROM ANOTHER GENDER" will be released on September 16, 2014, as a limited edition CD and digital download, all available exclusively on The Lily AnnWharf, Through Waves' Official Bandcamp. As usual, produced and released independently by myself via my private label The Schooner Harbour, it features 8 songs: one of them, "Fredrich", being a translation/adaptation of a poem written by my mother in the 70's.
The third track presented is PENCROFF: “Tall Ships”.
Marooned away, ever so far away,
Steadily away from my crippled reach.
There he built his tall boat,
As the waves ripple around the shoals.
And there, where I could never come -
Save by a frail, travelling breath -,
Lives my stranded mate,
Veiled in pipesmoke shrouds.
Pencroff, what I wouldn't give to see you once more...
PENCROFF is a song I wrote vaguely inspired by the character Bonadventure Pencroff, from one of my favourite books: "l'Île Mystérieuse" by Jules Verne. The sailor is a dear figure to me, as it has always been throughout my work, as a symbol of the profound craving for things which are impermanent. A symbol of the bitterness and illusive triumph of freedom, which to me is nothing more than arrogant loneliness and a foolish desire to retain control over what in truth is beyond us. As much as I would like to see my sailor friend again, I know he is past the point of my reach, because he's chosen so. PENCROFF went away, and I was left here, unsure whether he will ever come back or wants to. I believe we all know a friend like him.