Open Water
Concept
One day in and around water, told from inside the body: morning laps in a pool, an afternoon lake swim, and the walk home with the lake still in your ears.
It starts at the edge of the pool at seven in the morning, toes on wet tile, the clock saying you could still go back to bed. Then the first dive, and the cold goes straight through you. This album is the day that follows: the black line on the bottom, three strokes and a breath, the wall that hands back everything the length cost you.
In the afternoon it leaves the lanes behind. Warm concrete and an ice pop by the pool, then a lake with no lines at all, just a red roof on the far side getting closer every time you lift your head. Two instrumental stretches go under the surface, where sound turns slow and muffled and the work can settle in.
It ends on your back, ears under, nothing but sky, and then the walk home with the lake still in your ears. Breath is the thread the whole way: the count you keep while swimming, and the long exhale when there is nothing left to count.
Tracks
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First Dive EnergizeDrift · 2:02
Seven in the morning, toes curled on wet blue tile, nobody in the water yet. Then the cold goes right through you and you come up laughing. Energy that arrives the moment you stop arguing with it.
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Lane Lines EnergizeDrift · 1:58
The black line on the pool floor, three strokes and a breath, a slice of sky on every inhale. Nothing to decide but the next arm over. For the morning that runs itself.
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Count The Strokes FocusDrift · 3:08
A steady instrumental pulse at the pace of a swimmer's stroke, warm keys over an even beat. The count goes quiet and the work keeps moving.
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Flip Turn EnergizeDrift · 1:56
The wall comes up, the world flips over, and the push-off hands back everything the length cost you. Bright, springy, and over before you know you did it.
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Warm Concrete GrooveDrift · 2:27
Towel round your shoulders, chlorine drying tight, an ice pop melting down your wrist. Wet footprints on hot concrete, gone before you turn around.
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Far Shore EnergizeDrift · 2:38
Out past the reeds, no lane lines, just a red roof on the other side of the lake. Every time you lift your head it's closer, and you can't remember swimming in between.
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Thermocline FocusDrift · 3:22
The cool layer under a summer lake, slow and submerged. An instrumental pulse with warm low tones and distant piano, for work that wants depth without weight.
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Back Float CalmDrift · 3:30
Ears under, sky only. A wordless voice on long held notes over slow guitar and open space. Nothing to do but stay on the surface.
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Lake In My Ears CalmDrift · 2:07
Walking home with the lake still in your ears, the sun taking the water back one drop at a time. Then it drains out warm and the cicadas start up all at once.
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First Dive (Variation) EnergizeDrift · 2:02
Seven in the morning, toes curled on wet blue tile, nobody in the water yet. Then the cold goes right through you and you come up laughing. Energy that arrives the moment you stop arguing with it.
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Lane Lines (Variation) EnergizeDrift · 2:21
The black line on the pool floor, three strokes and a breath, a slice of sky on every inhale. Nothing to decide but the next arm over. For the morning that runs itself.
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Count The Strokes (Variation) FocusDrift · 3:12
A steady instrumental pulse at the pace of a swimmer's stroke, warm keys over an even beat. The count goes quiet and the work keeps moving.
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Flip Turn (Variation) EnergizeDrift · 2:00
The wall comes up, the world flips over, and the push-off hands back everything the length cost you. Bright, springy, and over before you know you did it.
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Warm Concrete (Variation) GrooveDrift · 2:25
Towel round your shoulders, chlorine drying tight, an ice pop melting down your wrist. Wet footprints on hot concrete, gone before you turn around.
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Far Shore (Variation) EnergizeDrift · 2:45
Out past the reeds, no lane lines, just a red roof on the other side of the lake. Every time you lift your head it's closer, and you can't remember swimming in between.
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Thermocline (Variation) FocusDrift · 3:08
The cool layer under a summer lake, slow and submerged. An instrumental pulse with warm low tones and distant piano, for work that wants depth without weight.
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Back Float (Variation) CalmDrift · 3:30
Ears under, sky only. A wordless voice on long held notes over slow guitar and open space. Nothing to do but stay on the surface.
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Lake In My Ears (Variation) CalmDrift · 2:03
Walking home with the lake still in your ears, the sun taking the water back one drop at a time. Then it drains out warm and the cicadas start up all at once.