![News Added Apr 08, 2013 SEEKING BABA YAGA It was July 2011 when we began work on the nameless and faceless Baba Yaga. We had no idea of the undertaking it would be, nor the monster that the record would become in itself, both sonically and beyond. in length and breadth of sounds and textures, […]](https://hasitleaked.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/crop_290.jpg "Futurebirds : Baba Yaga")
SEEKING BABA YAGA
It was July 2011 when we began work on the nameless and faceless Baba Yaga. We had no idea of the undertaking it would be, nor the monster that the record would become in itself, both sonically and beyond. in length and breadth of sounds and textures, it kept bubbling up from some unknown place and solidifying into rock. and we just let it bubble. as soon as you start searching for a source you might find that the magma has cooled and the fizzier has dried up. like spirits, you never find them when you are looking for them, they appear to you.
as it developed into its own living, breathing being, it more and more personified the creatures from bedtime tales that live under your bed, or that you can feel staring at you, through the dark, from a cracked closet door.
we recorded on and off for a total of 45 studio days over the next 7 months between tours to pay for the undertaking. those 45 days ran the gauntlet of emotions and tensions. a lot of highs, synchronized motivation and creative spurts, but the nights grew long and dark as well. even outside of the studio, this thing we had created began to consume us. like a witch deep in the forest, feasting on small children. we weren’t sure how exactly the record was going to be released, and at some especially hopeless moments, it seemed as though it might never see the light of day. it was simply some deranged, forgotten step-son we left locked in the basement because we had lost the keys to his shackles. we could have named the record Boo Radley.
conversation followed conversation for months with different people who claimed to want to help but had their own secret desires and motives. dates and deadlines kept pushing further and further into the future, until they were barely visible, a once-grandiose portrait turned into a mere speck on the horizon. new provisions and demands were born out of the blue and held to us like knives. they had all of our heads swimming. these sirens had been cooking up and slipping us some elixir and it was taking effect. we were losing sight of the vision that had once been as clear as glass. now all of a sudden we were submerged, held under in a murky pond, ready to submit.
it was a conversation I had with Thomas in which we officially proclaimed we had not actually recorded anything, that we were crazy and this thing only existed in our heads. it was just some myth between us, a tale we could tell fantastical stories about but could not even begin to base in fact or truth. it was only after identifying the specie of foul thing we were dealing with that we were able to go searching for it. we were soon standing at the hut of Baba Yaga.
Baba Yaga is a witch of slavic folklore. she was the dark figure out in the woods, eating those children. we had found her. our destroyer. but further investigation revealed more about our undoer, and that she might actually serve to rescue us from being lost in the backwood bogs forever.
Baba Yaga is an unsightly beast, living in a house that meanders the forest on giant chicken legs (sounds like the perfect touring vehicle). but even amidst her nastiness, she, in story, provides the pure-hearted champion of the tale with some bit of wisdom or an article, that without, the quest at hand would be impossible to fulfill. she was a witch of the earth, connected to the flow of seasons and weather. she had the black horseman of midnight do her bidding in the darkest hour, but simultaneously directed the red horseman who brings with him the dawn. she was our witch.
with a new identity and hope for the record (and invaluable help from a few certain parties), we were able to take back our vision. now, almost 2 years and countless grey hairs past the outset of our mission, we are on the cusp of releasing Baba Yaga back out into the wild, out of our hands, and into the hands of other champions in their own crusades. the tale continues to unfold, but never let Baba Yaga out of your site, because after all, she has a taste for flesh…
