As our proposed recording sessions edge toward immediate reality, I find my self flashing back to a period exactly three years ago when spring was likewise the back-drop for the documentation of song.  It was the making of Ode Hazelwood’s Radio Noise.  The late Mrs. Hazelwood and I were living in a rustic old manse that had a particular antiquarian charm.  The reverberation in its halls was ideal for our aesthetic in those days.  Prior to those sessions I had laboured tirelessly toward converting those quarters into a working recording studio.  The control room was concealed within the close, dusky confines of the attic, where it would be indiscernible to those performers in the great room.  The resulting atmosphere was one of sequestration from the technologies of the day which I had perceived as encroaching upon our lives.  Radio Noise was reactionary in the sense that it represented a great rebellion against the homogenization of society, race-mind nonsense, and anything else which I perceived was seeking to steal away my artistic, spiritual and societal liberty.  Needless to say, I was fairly high-strung in those days – intensity being equal-to passion in my philosophy.  When I listen back to that album, I encounter vehement emotions which I have not felt since.  Therefore, in hind-sight I consider the epoch of Radio Noise to be a time of healing.

These days I do not imagine myself in resistance to anything.  I am clued-in to the quantum-choreography of life.  I have experienced the perfection and beauty which is surging through everything within the range of my perception, via some mysterious gift of heightened intuition and objectivity – higher consciousness, if you will.  It is from this perspective that I laboured upon my compositions, and from which they will be consecrated in recording.  I feel as though I have reached the summit of some sacred mountaintop to spout my discoveries along the way into the collective consciousness where they may spiral into infinity.  Yet all-the-while, I am keenly aware that even this is a stepping-stone along the way.  Three years from now I will very possibly reflect-upon this time with a wisdom that is unavailable now.  I am reminded of a decidedly inspired line in one of my own songs on Radio Noise called ‘Devils Radio’, wherein I queried “Are we behind or ahead of the times? – Only time will tell…”

The evolving,
Mr. Hazelwood