We moved a lot when I was a kid.
As an adult, my memories were jumbled. I could not remember when I'd lived where, or where I'd slept. Eventually, I felt I ought to know. I discovered I'd lived in 17 places before my 11th birthday.
After that, we moved less but still, didn't stop.
Many of my previous homes were gone, and the neighborhoods were unrecognizable; so that by the time I left to move far away, the place I'd grown up in no longer existed.
Though I moved away, still the moving went on;
each place a station to live for a time, and leave
a little or a lot as you go.
People and places and the times that belonged to each only live on in the memories of those that survive. Though I carry them, time passes; these memories quietly slip away
A battle destined to be
lost in the living
when one day even I
will no longer remember
released January 18, 2016
All music performed and composed by Greg Segal.
Recorded 9/26/15-1/9/16 at Phantom Airship 7, Portland, OR, USA
except "It Was A Place Of Flyaway", recorded 8/8/14 at same.
Cover photos c/o Valley Relics. Photographers unknown.
Dedication: for my nuclear family: Mom, Dad, Iris, Marty and Mark.