m.ward, “wild goose”
from: a wasteland companion, 2012
“She could fly
She could float
Like a plane
Like a boat
But now my wild goose is gone
She would sing
In the dawn
Still the echo is on
Now that my wild goose is gone”
M.Ward seems to exist comfortably at the nexus of a kind of surf-transcendental meditation-rootsy psychedelia. An effortless guitar player who tackles the hard questions and emerges with his composure intact by employing an intact composure. I saw him live only once at the Somerville Theatre. As the performance began, the stage went dark, a spotlight traned on an old radio placed on a stool, as an old country 78 instrumental played, becoming the launch pad for the show. His quartet included two lead guitarists and two drummers. Put a stack of his recordings in your Christmas stocking and open one a week for a while.
The 12th century mystic poet Rumi
“Look past your thoughts so you may drink the pure nectar of this moment”