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"Chief Seattle's Dream" came to me in a fifteen minute vision one night, writing alone in the woods of Wisconsin, as fast as I could take it down. But the song was conceived on a long drive west to east across the Navajo and Hopi Nations at dusk, where the time zone changes six times and man-made borders blur. I've done that drive a hundred times, and without fail there's always a man or a woman, walking alone, towards or away from the sunset, across the Earth as if time didn't exist (which it doesn't). I had the feeling that the spiritual consequences of us having turned G*d into Santa Claus with a credit card and an assault rifle would only continue to worsen, and that the Indigenous version of karma involves America eating its own spirit. How happy and at peace are the incredibly fortunate and fabulously wealthy people you know? I read Chief Seattle's 1854 speech at least once a year; like my friend Keith Secola says, you can't wake up someone who's pretending to sleep. The spirit world raiding your bedroom on a Tuesday night. The billionaires going to outer space to try to escape their white guilt. To me, Chief Seattle reminds us that manifest destiny has a very unfortunate flip side, and our prayers will be unanswered in the order they were not received...
"At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds." - Chief Seattle, December 1854, Suquamish Nation
Chief Seattle's Dream featuring Quiltman
written by David J Huckfelt - David James Huckfelt BMI
Recorded by Adam Krinsky @ Real Phonic Studio - Cleveland, MN
Engineered & mixed by Adam Krinsky - Bellows Studio
Mastered by Huntley Miller - HM Mastering
David Huckfelt: acoustic guitar, vocals
Jeremy Ylvisaker: electric guitar
J.T. Bates: drums
Erik Koskinen: bass
Quiltman: vocals
Acoma pueblo on a hoof black night
Reservation radio, mystery lights
I pass an old man walking nine miles from town
No house no lights no farms around
A one-eyed Ford with a Blackfoot girl
Like an Indian Car from the spirit world
Claw out your eyes it ain’t what it seems
Welcome to Chief Seattle’s Dream
Well a few more winters and a few more moons
Then a war party raids your old bedroom
An Apache horse thief flagged me down
To warn me bout a storm that makes no sound
Say can you see the witness tree on a badland bluff on the lone prairie
The dead remember when the world was free
Welcome to Chief Seattle’s Dream
The crow foot dancer’s whistle bone
Either tell me a secret or leave me along
Turn your head light heart light on high beam
On the lost highway of Seattle’s Dream
When your pastures of plenty have all been spent
On a trip to space for the one percent
They gotta go that far just to try to be alone
The pale face running from the red man’s ghosts
Say can you see the witness tree on a badland bluff on the lone prairie
The dead remember when the world was free
Welcome to Chief Seattle’s Dream
It’s a big old country but take my dare
I bet anywhere you go there’s no there there
And your high horse now is just dead meat
Cause your god ain’t god in Seattle’s Dream
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"Chief Seattle's Dream" came to me in a fifteen minute vision one night, writing alone in the woods of Wisconsin, as fast as I could take it down. But the song was conceived on a long drive west to east across the Navajo and Hopi Nations at dusk, where the time zone changes six times and man-made borders blur. I've done that drive a hundred times, and without fail there's always a man or a woman, walking alone, towards or away from the sunset, across the Earth as if time didn't exist (which it doesn't). I had the feeling that the spiritual consequences of us having turned G*d into Santa Claus with a credit card and an assault rifle would only continue to worsen, and that the Indigenous version of karma involves America eating its own spirit. How happy and at peace are the incredibly fortunate and fabulously wealthy people you know? I read Chief Seattle's 1854 speech at least once a year; like my friend Keith Secola says, you can't wake up someone who's pretending to sleep. The spirit world raiding your bedroom on a Tuesday night. The billionaires going to outer space to try to escape their white guilt. To me, Chief Seattle reminds us that manifest destiny has a very unfortunate flip side, and our prayers will be unanswered in the order they were not received...
"At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds." - Chief Seattle, December 1854, Suquamish Nation
Chief Seattle's Dream featuring Quiltman
written by David J Huckfelt - David James Huckfelt BMI
Recorded by Adam Krinsky @ Real Phonic Studio - Cleveland, MN
Engineered & mixed by Adam Krinsky - Bellows Studio
Mastered by Huntley Miller - HM Mastering
David Huckfelt: acoustic guitar, vocals
Jeremy Ylvisaker: electric guitar
J.T. Bates: drums
Erik Koskinen: bass
Quiltman: vocals
Acoma pueblo on a hoof black night
Reservation radio, mystery lights
I pass an old man walking nine miles from town
No house no lights no farms around
A one-eyed Ford with a Blackfoot girl
Like an Indian Car from the spirit world
Claw out your eyes it ain’t what it seems
Welcome to Chief Seattle’s Dream
Well a few more winters and a few more moons
Then a war party raids your old bedroom
An Apache horse thief flagged me down
To warn me bout a storm that makes no sound
Say can you see the witness tree on a badland bluff on the lone prairie
The dead remember when the world was free
Welcome to Chief Seattle’s Dream
The crow foot dancer’s whistle bone
Either tell me a secret or leave me along
Turn your head light heart light on high beam
On the lost highway of Seattle’s Dream
When your pastures of plenty have all been spent
On a trip to space for the one percent
They gotta go that far just to try to be alone
The pale face running from the red man’s ghosts
Say can you see the witness tree on a badland bluff on the lone prairie
The dead remember when the world was free
Welcome to Chief Seattle’s Dream
It’s a big old country but take my dare
I bet anywhere you go there’s no there there
And your high horse now is just dead meat
Cause your god ain’t god in Seattle’s Dream
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![Salem 66 - Salem 66 (1984) [remastered]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/eyyQvYcvyfQ/mqdefault.jpg "Salem 66 - Salem 66 (1984) [remastered]
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Salem 66 were founded by Judy Grunwald, Beth Kaplan and Susan Merriam in Boston in 1981. A major part of a thriving Boston scene that produced bands like Mission of Burma and Dinosaur Jr (Dinosaur Jrs first New York show was notably an opening slot for Salem 66 at Folk City), the band were ahead of their time.
They were one of the few women-led bands in their scene, and made their mark with an adventurous blend of arty post-punk (they notably covered Wires Fragile) and melodic pop. Between 1984 and 1990 they released one self-titled EP, 2 singles and 4 albums, 1985s A Ripping Spin, 1987s Frequency & Urgency, 1988s Natural Disasters, National Treasures, and 1990s Down The Primrose Path (produced by Sean Slade and Paul Q. Kolderie who went on to produce Radiohead’s Pablo Honey and Hole’s Live Through This), all on the venerable New York imprint Homestead Records, label home to bands like Sonic Youth, Big Black and The Chills. The band earned comparisons to R.E.M., The Talking Heads and The Velvet Underground from The New York Times, and further praise from outlets like Rolling Stone, CREEM and the Village Voice. They shared stages with The Replacements, Mission of Burma, the Go-Betweens, the Wipers, the Saints and the Raincoats, and toured across the country on multiple occasions, but despite their prominence in the 80s, the Salem 66 catalog has been out of print for decades and their music has never been available on streaming.
00:00 Seven Steps Down
03:25 Red Barn
07:46 Sleep on Flowers
11:52 Lemon Rind
15:30 Pony Song
19:57 Sinking Ship
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