George Wallace Composer, Singer, Songwriter Experimenting, evolving, celebrating; these words aptly describe George Wallace’s unique directions in composing and producing. Fed by fierce, spontaneous inspiration and tempered with a keen feel for rhy [+]George Wallace Composer, Singer, Songwriter Experimenting, evolving, celebrating; these words aptly describe George Wallace’s unique directions in composing and producing. Fed by fierce, spontaneous inspiration and tempered with a keen feel for rhythmic and dramatic flow, George’s visionary music manifests itself through the emotionally rich songs and textured soundscapes he paints with seasoned, intuitive skill. Through evocative songs and instrumentals, George adeptly contrasts light/dark, joy/brooding, stillness/power over an immense variety of musical genres. George typically records/performs almost all the instrumental and vocal parts himself, capturing the spirit of any genre but somehow adding to it a quality which is irrepressibly his own.
About Sacred Earth Sacred Earth is an evocative, one-hour musical experience of the primordial elements Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. The four electro-acoustical movements offer a mix of lush, ethereal soundscapes, intense and drum-driven shamanistic chanting, and airy, sweetly hypnotic meditations.
The experience begins with a prayer deep inside the long-silent red-rock canyons and ancient pristine forests where the soul of Earth herself dwells. Flora and fauna play in delicious 7/4 counterpoint. Wind chimes charm us to a vantage point just above tree-level; we see in the distance the mystical flanks of Mt. Fuji, robed like an empress in snow and heralded with a great Japanese gong. Moments of Zen contemplation ensue. Then higher still, a welcoming canopy of air lofts a solitary carefree kite, dancing to a simple F pentatonic melody nearly forgotten since childhood but now forever remembered.
The Fire Movement actually "sounds" hot; beyond-measure-hot...Volcano Hot. We're there at the rim, staring deep down into our own violent, roiling origins, hypnotized and mute, unable to move. The spell is picked up by villagers below as they sing by torchlight to their own frenzied, ecstatic dance. An Elder jumps to the center where with wildest abandon he gyrates to the drums and scales from worlds well beyond this one. The spell suddenly breaks with a magic-sword: a crack of heat lightning. The Storm: a mystery of transformation from fire to water, two perceived opposites. And then...the rain comes, and keeps
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