MP3 The Islands Cried - WORLD: Island

"Island Pop" music inspired by a Bahamian lifestye; tributes, tragedies, loves and fantasies.

9 MP3 Songs
WORLD: Island, COUNTRY: Country Pop



Details:
The Islands Cried CD is Album 1 in the Island Trilogy Series. Album 2 is Bimini Bay and Album 3 is coming soon. This CD includes two songs that honor recent tragedies in Bimini. âThe Islands Criedâ is a tribute to the victims of the crash of Chalks flight 101, December 18, 2005. It is dedicated to the victims, and their families and friends. âCompleat Anglerâ is a tribute to the historic hotel and bar of the same name that burned to the ground on January 13, 2006. It is dedicated to proprietor Julian Brown who died in the fire, and his daughter Julianeta and his mother Gran Ma Alma B, sole survivors of tragic Brown family.

All of the songs in this Album were inspired by the Artistâs family and friends including his extended family the Out Island People of Bimini. The songs were written and performed by singer/songwriter Ed Du Bois at his home in Port Royal, South Bimini Bahamas

For lyrics and more information on the songs, and the stories behind all of the songs, including pictures and products go to our websites and www.IslandHomeRecords.com or www.eddubois.com.

Music is magical. I have always loved music. It moves me like nothing else. Instantly it takes me places, fulfill my fantasies, changes my mood, makes me laugh, and makes me cry. Iâll never forget that day many years ago when I realized what music did to me-it was in the late fifties. I was at a friendâs house and he had a new 45 record player and a stack of records, very exciting! I had never seen or heard of anything like it. Several records were played and then there was Fats Domino singing âBlueberry Hillâ. I was hooked, blown away. We played it over and over maybe thirty or forty times. The inflection in Fatsâ voice, the story, the piano, and the lyrics moved me like nothing Iâd ever known before. When this total stranger sang that verse, âThe wind and the willows played loveâs sweet melody and all of those vows we made were never to beâ¦.â I would tear up and try to hide it from my friend because real men didnât cry over songs. Finally, he looked at me and saw the emotion in my face and at that point I didnât care, I just cried. Iâm not sure how many people have ever cried over âBlueberry Hillâ but it did it for me and opened up a musical treasure chest for the rest of my life.

Eagerly I joined the school orchestra and marching band and tried to further my interest in music. In August of 1960 I loved the ballads and music of the Kingston Trio and was dazzled by Bob Shaneâs guitar, a Martin D28. At a summer job I saved up $ 400. I walked into an Ace Music store in Miami and there it was hanging on the wall, a D28 just like Bob Shaneâs. It was beautiful, shiny and reeking of the smell of the Brazilian rosewood of which it was made. The price was $ 325. Without hesitation I bought it, took it home and played it for hours. It was wonderful, like a new girlfriend, new baseball glove, a 1957 Chevy. That night my dad came home and found me still playing my Martin, he peppered me with questions. When he found out that I had spent most of my summer job money on a guitar he said âSon, you will never make anything out of yourself because you donât know the value of a dollar!â It felt like he had just cut my heart out. Heâs gone now, my Martin is still here, and I did all right. It has been my lover, best friend, confidant, psychiatrist, time capsule, allowing me to express joy, sorrow, endure death, explore love and pursue fantasies. That guitar is now a collectorâs item worth much more than the price that I paid, but the immeasurable value is the impact that it had on my life.

I wrote a few songs throughout high school and college then there was a creative shutdown. I put my guitar aside for awhile. It was lifeâs crunch time; officerâs candidate school, pilot training at Craig Air Force Base, marriage and three children. Then things changed, my wife died and I almost died in a plane crash. Suddenly, these songs started flowing out of me. When I didnât acknowledge them, they banged on the door of my psyche warehouse demanding to be freed and loved. I dreamed about them. Finally I began to compile a song book. I didnât care if the songs were not genre specific or if anyone was going to like them. They were my private cache of friends. At the time that I developed each song it was always my favorite. When I replay my songs I am always taken back to that time and place when I wrote them. I relive the feeling that inspired the songs, the person, the smell, the mood, the fantasy. It is there forever, Pure Magic!