This album was originally written as early as 2005 and ended in October of 2010. They began as purely instrumentals, but after several years and 4 drafts later it was refined into the songs you can hear on the left. It is part one of a trilogy that serves a journalistic yet stylized conception to the events of my life; The Hollow covering my adolescence growing up with my family in the house where I was raised for 20 years. A prominent theme is the personification of psychological attributes which are represented by characters on their respective track. Each character resides in their own location on the world map and presents a unique challenge that the protagonist must face as an opportunity for personal growth. I invite you all to enjoy the music and immerse yourselves in the imaginative and surreal. I welcome you all to the land of The Hollow!
Each of the 13 tracks corresponds to a specific character, their location, and challenge. The area is themed around these aspects.
1. The House on the Hill
2. Thistlecreek Church
3. Mushrush Woods
4. Crow's Nest Clock Tower
5. Rockdale Quarry
6. The Great Temple
7. Bakkon Tracks
8. The Deadlands
9. River of Wight
10. Canaby Street
11. Scumboni's Joint
12. Whiteout Woods
Not on only are there characters for each track, there's also many more you'll discover as this world is explored. Only 8 are mentioned below, so there's some investigating to do!
He's on a quest to retrieve his shadow from The Baron and find his family
He's the form Snake's shadow takes on to become human. He may be a clown, but he means business
A strange man living in the Thistlecreek Church. He knows enough about shadows to explain a thing or two.
The guardian of the temple and the overseer of the quarry. He has quite the temper. Do no provoke him.
The ruler of shadows, the big baddie, the final boss, you get the idea. He steals shadows and brings them to The Hollow so they might become human.
A surreal beauty that floods her sorrows over the house on the hill. She can't seem to leave. Perhaps it's because she's a tree.
A denizen of The Hollow plagued with the addicting joy of television and video games. A heart of gold with the attention span of a commercial.
These are The Baron's little minions. They feed off of your soul to hinder those who wish to take back their shadow.
Have you heard the tale of the house on the hill?
Inside lived a family of five
Though they were blessed their lives soon a great mess
For a terrible thing would occur
The foundation had slipped and tensions had grown
Leaving fury to lurk in the halls
With no eyes to see or stories to hear
They boarded themselves behind their own walls
Operas of insults could be heard making rounds
Down in the cellar at night
One son heard it clear, so he trained both his ears
To block out the noise while he sleeps
But tuning it out was not a wise choice
As he pushed himself further away
And while in his sleep a nightmare did creep
To prey on this ignorant way
The Baron appeared, the ruler of shadows
And whispered these words in his ear
"Your virtue is wasted on a fool's indignation
You're blind to the darkness you're casting in here."
The Baron stole the boy's shadow
And began a challenging game.
He left in a smoke and the boy then awoke
To realize his world wasn't quite the same...
His house started flooding so he swam to the roof
To see if his family was safe
But all to be seen was a great willow tree
Who swung at him as he escaped
He found an old church and met Mr. Mort
Who showed him why his world had changed
"Your shadow is gone, and you haven't much long
To find it and put it back in its place."
Over a bridge and into a mine
He friended the fungi within
And entered the woods where it's understood
A monster had lived and preyed on their kin
From there he went to a city of statues
Cursed by a crow in a clock
He climbed up the tower, now time was his power
He banished the bird so the people could walk
He scaled up a the edge of a quarry
And labored to carve his own trail
But a golem grew mad at the freedom he had
And stood in the way so that he might fail
A temple now stood before the boy's feet
Inside several puzzles about
They tested his will, his talents, and skill
And though his spirit was strong
It wasn't enough
The waters inside had soon flushed him out
A station was near so he boarded a train
To get his quest right back on track
But The Baron had learned of what the boy yearned
So he sent out a crew with a plan to attack
The shadows had taken control of the train
And crashed it into a bog
The boy searched around, but no one was found
Til a beast from below had emerged from the fog
He then rowed ahead to the skull in the bay
To find the lost souls of the train
On the River of Wight he entered the light
In search of his friends in their watery grave
He made his way back to the quaint little town
Where the people were once turned to stone
They lived fuller lives, but The Baron connived
To bring them down to a lowly of states
Face to face with his shadow at last
He saw it took on a new form
Of a dastardly clown with mischief abound
He fought to take back from him what was torn
His shadow returned in the clown's defeat
The Baron was now in his sight
He braved the cold woods for all that he could
And made it at last to the final of fights
The Baron was fierce and relentless
Casting lightning, fire, and quakes
But the boy was now learned from his journey in turn
Becoming one who grew beyond their mistakes
Denying your shadow is wrong in a way
For you cannot see wrong deep inside
But a shadow alone will eventually grow
Into a monster of darkest design
One who sees both good and the bad
Can act in a manner elite
To know when to fight and doing what's right
Keeping their shadow sheathed at their feet
For now he could rule his own shadow
And The Baron was overthrown
He wailed in defeat the boy had him beat
His battle was over his journey now home
A long while after his travel
He makes his way up the old hill
He opens the door to a much different storm
His family still argues so callous and shrill
And though it's too late to end the divide
For they all go their separate ways
He opens his heart to the ones torn apart
Now weeping with those in their hollowing days.