| uh… this is he.
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| this is David Crowder calling for the interview that was scheduled today?
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| oh. |
| Yeah. |
| Great. |
| Um sorry… I didn’t expect you so soon.
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| Let me… give me a second to get things set up here.
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| no problem.
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| yeah. |
| Made a few changes around here
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| and my typical setup is kinda, you know, technology’s a killer right?
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| uh… well…we'll have to wait and see I guess.
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| well. |
| Alright. |
| Well. |
| Umm. |
| Well. |
| Hey, let’s get started.
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| Uh… sorry my notes are… you know a little scattered here…
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| uh… you'll have to forgive me.
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| mmhmm.
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| uhmm… I gotta admit I… I really don’t know much about…
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| you know… you… You… or the band…
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| but I’ve got some friends that are big fans and um…
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| right.
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| but… uh…anyway…um…alright. |
| Well. |
| Ok. |
| So here we go.
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| Um… so your new CD is titled a collision, or… um…3 + 4 = 7 that’s.
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| that’s interesting. |
| You know the… the…
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| mmhmm.
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| …whole double title thing.
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| yeah.
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| uhmm lets see… uh…and the atom on the cover that’s pretty
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| uh huh.
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| cool. |
| I was… I mean… I was never all that great in science and.
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| And math wasn’t really my… my specialty… which is… which is I guess,
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| you know, why I’m a writer now. |
| But uh…
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| mmhmm.
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| …anyway um…
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| ok.
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| ok. |
| So uh… it…I don’t know… is that… it's like with the cover…
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| is that a metaphor or… uh…I mean is it metaphorical for something or like,
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| or is it…
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| well…
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| …just pretty or…
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| …nah. |
| Well I mean. |
| Yeah.
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| The… uh…atom, it’s not really… I mean it’s a symbol.
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| You see that and you think atom.
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| It shows electrons moving in elliptical paths around a nucleus and all…
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| we know…
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| mmhmm.
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| …that's…that's not how an atom works. |
| Or… or looks even, for that matter…
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| ok.
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| …and so… and so that’s why it was appropriate for the cover, you know…
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| right. |
| Uhmm. |
| Ok. |
| Yeah. |
| I’m not really sure I see the connection. |
| But…
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| …well…and what we mean to say is that the elements of worship are
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| inadequate,
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| much like the atom depiction. |
| But this is what we have you know?
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| It helps us carry the idea.
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| mmhmm. |
| Mmhmm. |
| Uhmm. |
| Ok. |
| Uh.
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| Tell… ok…what's the deal with these little songs between the real…
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| you know, the real songs?
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| Like are they significant? |
| Uhmm… is there like a theme of the album?
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| Or are they creating space? |
| Like what’s…going on there?
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| uhmm. |
| I don’t…
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| ok. |
| Uhmm. |
| So you know I hear there’s this really spectacular ending to…
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| to the record is that true?
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| we’ll have to wait and see on that.
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| swell.
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| it does swell.
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| wait… uh it… wait…hold on… it does well?
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| no. |
| It swells.
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| oh. |
| Right. |
| It swells. |
| Uhmm. |
| Ok. |
| Well.
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| And so the end starts with this… this piece called «the lark ascending.»
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| Uhmm now what is… what is the lark?
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| Is that… is that also a metaphor for something?
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| uhmm. |
| I gue… I mean I guess. |
| I just… I don’t think…
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| I don’t think you should read too much into any of this you know
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| It’s…I mean the lark ascending was written…
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| it was a piece written by Vaughn Williams who died in 1958,
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| and uh, the work opens with this calm set of sustained chords and then (coughs)
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| sorry.
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| Excuse me. |
| And uhmm.
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| Anyway and so then the violin enters as the lark and it…
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| it starts with this series of ascending and repeated intervals and this…
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| these nimble then elongated arpeggios. |
| Uhmm.
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| And he actually found inspiration in a work by the English poet George Meredith
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| who died in 1909 and the composer included a portion of Meredith’s poem on the
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| flyleaf…
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| wait uh…
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| …of the published work
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| …hold on wait…
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| …uhmm…
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| …why do you keep mentioning…
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| …and it…
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| …the year they died?
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| …well it went… and it went like this it says uh…
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| «He rises and begins to round,
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| He drops the silver chain of sound,
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| Of many links without a break,
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| In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake.
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| For singing till his heaven fills,
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| 'Tis love of earth that he instills,
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| And ever winging up and up,
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| Our valley is his golden cup
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| And he the wine which overflows
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| To lift us with him as he goes.
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| Till lost on his aerial rings
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| In light, and then the fancy sings."
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| huh. |
| Wow. |
| That’s nice. |
| But I mean… but who is the lark?
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| I don’t know.
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| sorry. |
| I think i’ve got the wrong page. |
| Uhmm.
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| The script you gave me says something different. |
| It says, «you are.»
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| yeah but I don’t…
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| I don’t feel like the lark much of the time and uhmm there are other larks for |
| me you know?
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| wait a second. |
| Ok. |
| So correct me if I’m wrong but uhmm…
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| yeah.
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| …in the script I have you’re…
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| right.
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| …making a point that art does this…
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| right.
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| …you know the whole, it rises on wing from earth to fill the heavens…
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| yes.
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| …pulling the rest of us with it. |
| That as the lark rises so do we."
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| right. |
| I’m unsure.
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| but. |
| Uh. |
| Hold on. |
| I mean… it…it says so right here.
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| yeah. |
| Uhmm. |
| But the ground pulls at my feet.
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| hold… hold on just a second. |
| Uh but I mean what about the number 7?
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| did you ever notice that the sky is all the way to the ground?
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| wait. |
| Hold on. |
| What?
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| we’re walking around in it. |
| We’re in the sky.
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| There is sky and there is ground and we’re somewhere in between.
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| That is where we live.
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| And sometimes some of us take wing and when they do,
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| when their feet leave the ground, even for a second,
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| they pull the rest of us with them.
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| And when we rise, and when we rise,
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| and when we notice that the sky has been around us all along.
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| We have been walking into it. |
| It has been this constant collision.
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| Divinity and depravity.
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| And we rise and we rise and we rise and we rise and we rise
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| and we rise and we rise and we rise and we rise and we rise
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| and we rise and we rise and we rise and we rise… |