Nabil Amarshi | The Boomtown Trials

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The Boomtown Trials

by Nabil Amarshi

Straight-ahead, deep-swinging new compositions about life in a faraway boomtown, interlaced with an introspective suite about plants.
Genre: Jazz: Jazz quartet
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1. Sidewalk?
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3:45 album only
2. So-Called Friends
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5:57 album only
3. Plant Life I. Groundwater
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1:18 album only
4. Vogon State
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5:13 album only
5. Mile High
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5:41 album only
6. Plant Life II: Thorns
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7. Suffocate
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8. Plant Life III: Propagate
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9. Today I Met a Hungry Ghost
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10. Burjs On Burjs (El-Iqaa Mile High Remix) [feat. El Iqaa]
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
The underside of my overalls is damp, though I am in a desert. To the passerby I must seem asleep lying under this tree, but actually, I am fully awake… and listening.
Beneath my ear, the symphony of the Earth is underway as usual, ready to be tuned in. To the passerby I may seem ignorant, uninitiated in the ways of possessions and entitlements; but this ground says otherwise, it’s wisdom reminding me that what I see with my eyes, comes from it, and what I touch with my hands will eventually return to it. To the passerby I must seem desperate, trading my family to lie this way in public. A blade of grass near my nose unfurls to greet the blazing sun, and tells me it’s roots are long, long enough to reach the ones I miss and send message of their peace.

Within the hum vibrating the dirt below, I hear sounds. Not entirely human, but made by them. As it drifts closer, I feel they too understand. And there is hope.


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