Christopher Underhill

Like The Ocean, Wind Song is based, almost word for word, on a poem penned by Deborah Golden. It, too, is about an uncrossable divide -- not between a young woman and a broken man, but between the dull ordinary earth, and the unattainable beauty of the stars. Somehow, the language is less raw - less immediately painful - though the divide is forever. Here, and I think this is important, there is a long conversation, and the beauty itself is something to be thankful for - to be witnessed, shared again, but not owned. For some reason, I'm reminded of the story of the Crane Wife, and how destructive we can be in needing to own beauty. We toyed with a number of arrangements for this one, and finally settled on one that allowed us to immerse ourselves in the sound.