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MP3 Dandelion Man - Uberbabe's Stars Over Shootland
15 MP3 Songs in this album (55:02) !
Related styles: ROCK: Americana, ROCK: Psychedelic
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Elad Marish, aka the Dandelion Man, is a wandering earthbound cowboy with stars slung in his eyes and hot songs beating tempo in his heart; a finger-licked love of the earth, the sky, and everything in between it, guiding his guitar picks. Restless, roaming, a little mad from always sensing the secret stories in the hearts of humans - and the even more secret stories in the concrete hearts of city-battered buildings - he wanders. Anywhere that the skies are quiet, the land is spacious and the spirits sing softly to him.
One night, he can’t remember where it was… somewhere northeast of Los Angeles maybe… or maybe somewhere northwest or southeast of Reno… he was camped out on a little bluff overlooking a dried up lake bed in the middle of next to nothing, bundled and blanketed and campfired up against the cold high desert air... when this lady happened upon him. He couldn’t see her clearly, though he remembers that when he saw her standing there, silhouetted against his campfire, EVERYTHING was clear. The world lay quietly open to him. But nothing of her, of what he felt, or what she said, is quite clear any longer.
He remembers that she knelt by the campfire with him, and asked him questions that she seemed to know the answers to, and that he knew she would ask of him. He remembers that he felt compelled to strum a song for her, a little twangy backcountry number that spoke of his love for the sweetgrass hills, and so he did. And he remembers that when he was done playing, he felt a sadness fall in her. And a sweetness rise in her. And something else fall and rise in her, that he couldn’t quite put into known human words or sort into human feeling.
He remembers, then, that it happened. That she was silent, the crackling fire softening with her in her reverie. And that after a good while - or was it only a moment of a while? – she spoke again, lifting her hands from beneath her coat to show a book to him. Her Book of Names, she called it. Her Hidden History, she called it. Her Lost Memory. And she told him she wanted to tell him some stories from it. Of a place she loved once, and a lover she loved once, and another lover she still loved, who killed him.
She said that this wasn’t the only thing about the story that she wanted to tell him, that there were other things to tell. Then she laughed and sang out, her voice echoing clean across the blufftops, “My Stars Over Shootland!” He remembers that clearly too. Then she was silent again, and he and the fire and the hills themselves were silent with her. He saw the fire slow. Felt his breath catch and hold. Heard her open her book. And then she read from it.
After that he really doesn’t remember much of anything else… everything is fragments… he remembers her telling him to keep these stories secret in his heart… to just listen to them, and bear witness to her… he remembers her voice lifting and falling as she spoke… the landscape wrapped around her, the stars bent close… he remembers the feeling of the stories… of him, alive in them, and alive in…something.
Then he slept, and when he awoke, the fire still bright, the stars still alight in the sky as if no time had passed at all, she was gone. He was almost sure he dreamed it. But no. As he squinted in the firelight at the place he remembered her sitting, he saw it. A little pyramidic mound of dirt. With a tiny white wooden cross gently placed at the peak of it. As he regarded it, a spark of wonder climbing in his heart, everything she told him came alive in him again. And then he remembered. She had told him her name. She had called herself uberbabe.
He couldn’t hold her stories in his heart, of course. And perhaps that was as she meant it to be. He had to sing them into songs. He had to transform her magic into music. He had to capture, like a wild mother butterfly, something, something, of what she had expressed to him. And so he did. And here they are. The songs of uberbabe. Her Stars Over Shootland. Presented to you by a solitary Dandelion Man. He couldn’t stand not to sing these songs. He couldn’t stand to sing these songs alone. And so he shares his campfire with her, with you.
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