Frontiers

by George Wallace

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Traveller (poem by George Wallace) Traveller has few answers, fewer questions still yet keeping vigil walks the Shenandoah hills where ever-higher spires greet the rising sun where temple-rivers drop to depths of souls unfound and thus to last deliverance at the Shrine of God smiling down radiant rays ‘cross darkened Traveller’s face as hardened men will weep, so gentle forests shall rejoice is it a curse or blessing gives us choice? then in a twinkling of his tear-drowned eye Traveller sees the secret of that outer reach the sphinx at last reveals the How and Why that was for age on age its sacred guard his ship’s come home, the last great sanctuary safe in the holy frontiers of his wandering heart
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The poem set to music in the video version. Adapted from a poem written by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson 1861-1933 The Path that Leads to Nowhere There's a path that leads to nowhere In a meadow that I know, Where a cooling river rises And the stream is still and slow There it wanders under willows And beneath the silvery moon Of the virgin silent shadows Where the mystic violets bloom. In the exquisite moment In the exquisite moment There's a path that leads to nowhere Through a garden that I know, Where a cooling river rises And the stream is still and slow There it wanders under willows And beneath the silvery moon Of the virgin silent shadows Where the mystic violets bloom. In the exquisite moment In the exquisite now Other pathways lead to somewhere, But the one I love so well Had no end and no beginning, Just the beauty of the dell; There I find my fair oasis, And with carefree feet I tread, For the pathway leads to nowhere And sky-blue is overhead. Exquisite Moments Exquisite Moments All the ways that lead to somewhere Echo with the hurrying feet Of the struggling and the striving, But the way I find so sweet Bids me dream and bids me linger, Joy and Beauty are the goal; On the path that leads to nowhere I have finally found my soul. Exquisite Moments Exquisite Moments
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Frontiers is an experience of travel, of motion through time as well as space. This alluring collection of expansive aural environments is a fresh, atmospheric mixture of electronic and acoustic instrumentation, imbued with sparkling musical motifs, luminous textures and organic ambiences blended so artfully that we are not sure from moment to moment whether we’re hearing pure music…or the music of pure nature.

Throughout Frontiers there are the sounds of electric violin, bagpipes, tamboura, gentle percussions, and some not-so-gentle. We can hear at various times the influences of Jan Hammer, Wendy Carlos, Weather Report, and Bill Nelson, as well as renowned space musicians Jonn Serrie, Michael Stearns, and Steve Roach. Whether it be through the sounds of a jazz-tinged ensemble piece, shimmering, interstellar spacecraft, an orchestral passage in full-rejoice, or a simple piano melody played against a wall of stunningly beautiful harmonics, the soaring, visionary music of Frontiers promises to intrigue and enrich us.

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released February 1, 2022

Produced by George Wallace

Recorded and mixed at AirBorn Recording
Doylestown PA September 1992 - July 1993

All performances by George Wallace
with Khalir Asinor, percussion on 'forest Rejoicing' and 'Smiles Down the Indian Moon'

All compositions by George Wallace
Published by Celestial Songs (ASCAP) (c) 1993
except 'Shenandoah' which is traditional
the finale of 'Forest Rejoicing' is a quote from 'Second Sunday in August',
composed by Josef Zawinul
originally from the Weather Report release 'I Sing the Body Electric'

Graphics by Marti Early for EarlyDesigns

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George Wallace Lancaster, Pennsylvania

An accomplished composer, producer, performer, and recording artist, native-Philadelphian George Wallace writes songs and etheric instrumental music which speaks of enlightenment and positivity in a world that can really use it.
George currently lives in beautiful Lancaster, PA, with lots of farm country nearby. Downstairs is the studio ('where the magic happens') he is blessed to call his own.
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