Thanks to the lovely EQUIVOKE blog for it's generous review of WIMDMIMH. Here it is.
It's encouraging to get this kind of feedback as we are very anxious to begin recording the new record as soon as technologically possible. A note to people attempting to order the cassette tape: please do add your mailing address to the bandcamp transaction...otherwise I find it difficult to mail you the tape...
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Wheels Are Turning
There is plenty of news.
Night Heir has expanded to a two-piece, absorbing the talents of one Samuel Rosenberg (Deconditioned, Scaphism, Antikythera)
We have been amassing a daunting amount of material for a new full length release.
It will be called A Maze of Evenings.
It will be completed in the year of Twenty Twelve, so help me God.
It would be wondrous to see this project made capable of performing live and therefore
Night Heir needs more help and is looking to incorporate a drummer and keyboardist/percussionist/auxiliary instrumentalist.
If you are one or any of these things living in the Portland area and you are interested in contributing to this music then you must email us at Chambermusick@Gmail.com
Night Heir has expanded to a two-piece, absorbing the talents of one Samuel Rosenberg (Deconditioned, Scaphism, Antikythera)
We have been amassing a daunting amount of material for a new full length release.
It will be called A Maze of Evenings.
It will be completed in the year of Twenty Twelve, so help me God.
It would be wondrous to see this project made capable of performing live and therefore
Night Heir needs more help and is looking to incorporate a drummer and keyboardist/percussionist/auxiliary instrumentalist.
If you are one or any of these things living in the Portland area and you are interested in contributing to this music then you must email us at Chambermusick@Gmail.com
Monday, October 10, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The Cassette Tape
I'm excited to announce that I've independently released an Audio Cassette Tape edition of the NIGHT HEIR album Wind In My Dream Mist In My House.
This release is limited to 100 copies.
It can easily be ordered for 3$ (plus S&H) online through the Bandcamp site OR you can even email me directly at Chambermusick@Gmail.com to request a copy or offer comments & concerns.
Enjoy.
This release is limited to 100 copies.
It can easily be ordered for 3$ (plus S&H) online through the Bandcamp site OR you can even email me directly at Chambermusick@Gmail.com to request a copy or offer comments & concerns.
Enjoy.



Friday, March 4, 2011
BandCamp
Night Heir has joined that damned Band Camp.
Here is the link where you can listen to the album, download it for free or perhaps give me some money for it if you feel so generously inclined.
Thanks! If you like it, spread the word!
Here is the link where you can listen to the album, download it for free or perhaps give me some money for it if you feel so generously inclined.
Thanks! If you like it, spread the word!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Download the Album
Here is the download link for Wind In My Dream Mist In My House
Ten songs ripped at 320 kps
Grab the artwork below.
Enjoy!
FREE DOWNLOAD
Also, if you want an even higher quality version for free or for donation, it's your choice, then please do visit us at BandCamp as well.
Ten songs ripped at 320 kps
Grab the artwork below.
Enjoy!
FREE DOWNLOAD
Also, if you want an even higher quality version for free or for donation, it's your choice, then please do visit us at BandCamp as well.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
The Cover


I've just recently been finishing up the design work for the entire packaging of this Night Heir recording. Here are some smaller res versions of the front and back covers. (You can still click them for larger images) The painting on the front is by one of my all time favorites Edmund Dulac. It is a 1909 illustration for The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. The color and tone of this image sing to me and the hooded figure strongly recalls a similar apparition from the painting the Isle of the Dead by Arnold Böcklin -an image that completely informed one of the songs on the record.
Böcklin actually painted several versions of this same image but this, the original from 1880, remains the starkest and most powerful for me.See Also
The Words
WIND IN MY DREAM
MIST IN MY HOUSE
a Night Musick Cycle in ten parts
I Weeping of the Boughs
II The Night Heir
III No Sympathy from Demanding Idols
IV Indigo Woman
V Böcklin
VI Temples of Muir (every tree a cross)
VII Plaintive Orion
VIII I Seek Myself
IX I See Myself
X DawnMan outroduction
I
Strange face in a stone
and the river's moan is a voice,
the hidden family in wilderness.
The forest is restless.
There's weeping in the boughs and
I hear it.
Crows shrieking above
and sudden winds blow.
A wailing wind blows!
the Evening,
the Gloaming,
the Night.
II
Fog,
take your misty clothes off the
windswept hearts of men.
Sun, fail me not
and I'll go out to the wood every night.
Wild nature, lay your laws down!
As Above So Below!
I'm Dark…the stars and clouds,
the night - in the shape of a man
Standing in the secret Earth- there's
wind in my dream,
there's a mist in my house…
III
In the morning, when it's light
the family's eyes all open at once,
saying prayers, putting on clothes,
rosary, Jehovah, mysterious symbols.
We were guilty by religion,
symptoms of Jesus
and death on horseback and father time.
Now the days are short but the road is long
and there's a merciless storm out on the
horizon,
calling and coming.
Lords grown foul.
We are slaves now.
No mercy for fools.
IV
Moss,
dress me and lay me in an animal grave
with my woman.
Oh ground, lend us your name!
So the Indigo one will seek us to raise for
her own,
sincerely naive.
We'd been yearning for all of our lives for
such peace.
V
Isle of the dead, towering cyprus trees,
Christ-like figure in white,
stand in your boat and cast your mood
upon me.
I might have known.
This Holy gown of stars, hung for miles,
from my Father's halls…
…Now I Am!
VI
…
VII
Vice me in your wicked fist, I don't care, so lonely.
I'm lonely as a cursed man's wife.
I'm deep in the night
and can't find my way.
Orion, above me with me no belt and lain down.
Is it all weeds and ash snow in place of my birth?
The horn of plenty sounds so forlorn.
Forlorn.
VIII
I Seek Myself!
Woe,
Wind in my Dream, Mist in my House,
I Seek Myself!
IX
Mist Inside My House!
A wind in my dream,
I was born asleep.
Gone As If In Smoke!
It's all gone and I'm awoke.
And I'm reminded of something I'd forgotten.
We Have Met Before!
Haven't we met before?
Deja Vu.
Though I Might Have Died-
I See Myself!
I turn myself around & around and myself
surrounds me everywhere…
Searched all night to find you and Now-
Now that I've found you
the hand you reach out to me is mine!
Such is confusion over love and good will toward
men.
I believe the Sun will know me by my new name
when it comes back.
Sun, rise!
X
Morning, find me
and lift me back up to ground
& my body.
Restore me my only shadow
from out this long night of many dire shadows.
Is there a way?
Is there a way?
I would become burned by your debt-less amity
Recomposed, if it be your will
Finally, a man whose heart is an answer.
All bodies
All eyes
Flora & fauna
Birds & beasts
Children & lovers
are all sympathetic to the dawn.
MIST IN MY HOUSE
a Night Musick Cycle in ten parts
I Weeping of the Boughs
II The Night Heir
III No Sympathy from Demanding Idols
IV Indigo Woman
V Böcklin
VI Temples of Muir (every tree a cross)
VII Plaintive Orion
VIII I Seek Myself
IX I See Myself
X DawnMan outroduction
I
Strange face in a stone
and the river's moan is a voice,
the hidden family in wilderness.
The forest is restless.
There's weeping in the boughs and
I hear it.
Crows shrieking above
and sudden winds blow.
A wailing wind blows!
the Evening,
the Gloaming,
the Night.
II
Fog,
take your misty clothes off the
windswept hearts of men.
Sun, fail me not
and I'll go out to the wood every night.
Wild nature, lay your laws down!
As Above So Below!
I'm Dark…the stars and clouds,
the night - in the shape of a man
Standing in the secret Earth- there's
wind in my dream,
there's a mist in my house…
III
In the morning, when it's light
the family's eyes all open at once,
saying prayers, putting on clothes,
rosary, Jehovah, mysterious symbols.
We were guilty by religion,
symptoms of Jesus
and death on horseback and father time.
Now the days are short but the road is long
and there's a merciless storm out on the
horizon,
calling and coming.
Lords grown foul.
We are slaves now.
No mercy for fools.
IV
Moss,
dress me and lay me in an animal grave
with my woman.
Oh ground, lend us your name!
So the Indigo one will seek us to raise for
her own,
sincerely naive.
We'd been yearning for all of our lives for
such peace.
V
Isle of the dead, towering cyprus trees,
Christ-like figure in white,
stand in your boat and cast your mood
upon me.
I might have known.
This Holy gown of stars, hung for miles,
from my Father's halls…
…Now I Am!
VI
…
VII
Vice me in your wicked fist, I don't care, so lonely.
I'm lonely as a cursed man's wife.
I'm deep in the night
and can't find my way.
Orion, above me with me no belt and lain down.
Is it all weeds and ash snow in place of my birth?
The horn of plenty sounds so forlorn.
Forlorn.
VIII
I Seek Myself!
Woe,
Wind in my Dream, Mist in my House,
I Seek Myself!
IX
Mist Inside My House!
A wind in my dream,
I was born asleep.
Gone As If In Smoke!
It's all gone and I'm awoke.
And I'm reminded of something I'd forgotten.
We Have Met Before!
Haven't we met before?
Deja Vu.
Though I Might Have Died-
I See Myself!
I turn myself around & around and myself
surrounds me everywhere…
Searched all night to find you and Now-
Now that I've found you
the hand you reach out to me is mine!
Such is confusion over love and good will toward
men.
I believe the Sun will know me by my new name
when it comes back.
Sun, rise!
X
Morning, find me
and lift me back up to ground
& my body.
Restore me my only shadow
from out this long night of many dire shadows.
Is there a way?
Is there a way?
I would become burned by your debt-less amity
Recomposed, if it be your will
Finally, a man whose heart is an answer.
All bodies
All eyes
Flora & fauna
Birds & beasts
Children & lovers
are all sympathetic to the dawn.
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