The great Nikos Kazantzakis once wrote: “The highest point one can attain is not Knowledge, or Virtue, or Goodness, or Victory, but something even greater, more heroic and more despairing: Sacred Awe!”
While John Terlazzo has never claimed to be of the caliber of Nikos, clearly his songs are written from, and further illuminated by the band’s consistent blood-sweat toiling, and falling down, in the Fields of Awe – in that place where no one knows but rather, witnesses fearlessly what arises in the deep inner loam of Song. We go there to praise what can’t be spoken, and to, nonetheless, beg the tongue to Speak just the same. Song is not merely an “entertainment”, it’s a gate that opens only “once every hundred years”, and if the songwriter can get out of his or her own way, there is a fleeting opportunity to Enter.
It’s this opportunity that brings Voices together over cascading harmonies, guitars, flutes and harmonium, and over the desire to deepen both the lives of the singers, and of those who gather round to take in these songs.
vocals, guitar & Indian Harmonium
vocals, flute & recorders
vocals & lead guitars