SLAVES TO THE ILLUSION – an explanation
The recording of the album’s basic tracks began in a tiny apartment in Yecheon - a countryside town in the middle of South Korea, during the summer and fall of 2015. However, the bulk of the recording and mixing was done in a cabin overlooking Green Lake, near the town of 70 Mile House, in Canada, between April 2016 and September 2017, when I wasn’t on a cross Canada tour or trapped in the outskirts of Vancouver, bogged down by rain. Recording and mixing the album involved months of solitude and social isolation, as I worked daily to complete the album before moving to Thailand.
Slaves To The Illusion is the great work of art that will be appreciated by few; an album too serious for the average listener. It is a reflection of the energy of paranoia screaming through our universe at this strange period in time. It regards things like mass media; the slaves and sheep we become. Illusions. The illusion of freedom, of democracy, of intelligence, of privacy, of currency, of success, of truth, of life and death, of longevity, and of other things. The illusion of things that appear to be real. It regards humans drifting farther from the Soul and the natural goodness of the Spirit. Addiction to the dollar. Materialism. It regards the accelerating pollution of oceans, land, air, and minds. It mirrors the idea that one can die in a crowd and be left alone, while selfie-shooting narcissists trip over the corpse without looking at what caused the stumble. It regards creatures devoid of soul in an increasingly spiritless world.
Smartphone/technology addiction. Brainwashing in so many forms. People being told what to like without realizing it. The loss of humanity’s ability to think for itself. Stuff and things like that.
On second thought, it’s a happy album; an album to be played at the birthday parties of children wearing plastic hats and releasing helium-filled balloons into the sky.
It is an album that must be listened to at high volume while sipping whiskey. I recommend Wild Turkey Bourbon. I do hope you will enjoy this fine work of art.
- The rambler, the gambler, the Moonlight Poet, Bob Westfall.
October 21, 2017. Koh Samui, Thailand.