Par Avian 9 – Egg Hunter
Run Time: 52 minutes
[Originally released 03/23/05]
Jesus, no pun intended, but it's always Montreal somewhere. Just when things were beginning to look moderate in New York we get hit with another bout of snow cum slush cum snow. I'm just getting over the halcyon reminders of Kevin Lo's mix tape from last time around... and the frostbite that those people call a city. Last year, once I gave up on the conference, Montreal was all a preamble for Easter. So now It's cold and miserable in Metropolis and my dear friend Dutch has stepped into the fray again with a soundtrack to a holiday gone awry. A few links, air kisses, and off he jets to sunny California: no doubt to enjoy some cocktails on the beach.
Leaving me with an hour of music to dance the holy week away, praying that I don't slip on ice. Have you ever slipped in Harlem? I think not. Don't mind me, I'm just back from surgery and in a vicodin haze. Don't be fooled, even Easter can break your heart. But straight from the mouth of Dutch himself:
So here it is, the idea initially was to make a soundtrack that you could play while having and easter egg hunt. due to my many moods this turned into something slightly other -- a bit of a movie plot, and this is the soundtrack for it.
'Egg hunter' is about a young precocious boy that lives for Easter. Nothing else matters to him; he doesn't care. nothing has the import that the hunt brings. His grandparents have a farm, and the whole family converges on easter sunday after church, to get the party started. While the adults relax and catch up, the children are out, in the back forty on the hunt. The grandparents spend weeks setting up the hunt, actually hiding, obscuring, burying eggs and gifts.
Our hero, armed with implements he's fashioned himself, or gathered that his parents have forgotten about: pen light from a dentist's office, small plastic trowel, a cloth grocery shopping bag, etc, is ready. it's a blustery day, more windy than usual, but due to the children's protestations, the hunt is on. The storm reaches a bit of a pitch, the sky starts to turn green and the parents, afraid of tornado, attempt to gather the children. alone, in his one man mission, the egg hunter will not be deterred. He evades the adults, all the while finding the treasure, digging, hiding in bushes, tearing his clothes, crawling under logs the egg hunter will prevail in his search for the big treasure... well, something like that. happy equinox cheers Dutch