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echo: A Pagan Hymnal
What’s does it mean to be pagan? It’s not just the hoary old gods, created to explain the mysteries of nature and humanity. It’s those mysteries themselves. Questions humans have pondered as long as we’ve been here.
As such, this is a pagan hymnal, written by people long ago who asked the same questions, found the same answers, in nature itself.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote our Genesis, Robert Herrick our psalms. William Wordsworth pens the Epistles. Percy Shelly’s words drip the same prophetic fire that went into Revelations.
The old gods are here too. William Shakespeare and Christopher Marlowe echo the loving hearts of Venus and Aphrodite. Christina Rossetti and Poe explore the darkness, William Butler Yeats the light. And you can hear the echo of Pan in Robert Frost and Lord Byron.
Musically this is all over the map. It’s our laboratory, where we synthesized the sounds that shaped who we are, and searched for the notes that tell that story. Where we learned the craft of music and recording, part alchemy, part witchcraft and part black magic.
The old gods never died, nor do poets. The lines they wrote were mirrors into the soul that still reflect to this day, for those who choose to turn their gaze that direction. So much has been left behind in this world, these words shouldn’t suffer that same fate.
This is our pagan nature, drug out into the light.