Track Listing & Lyrics
Album Credits
Written and recorded by John Wesley during November and December, 1994
Mixed by Jim Morris at Morrisound Studios, Tampa
John Wesley – Acoustic guitar and vocals
Sean Malone – fretless bass: tracks: 2, 3, 4, 5, and Chapman stick, tracks 3, 6
Joe “Rock Boy” McCormick – percussion
Andy “Rock Boy” Junior Irvine – bass: tracks 1, 6, 8 Artwork – Mathew Halpern
Management: Wyatt Management Worldwide, Warren Wyatt and Julie Hines
Special thanks to: CNR Music: Oliver Garnier, Stephane Etienne, Claude Ismael, Marco Visser – Guava Records
Tom Morris – The staff at Morrisound
Friends and family: Mom and Dad, my sisters and their families, Jamie Marie and Brandon, Sherri, Mark, Dave, Paul, Jon, and Anne, Denise, Mark, Steve, Steve, Pete, Ian, Priv, Russel, Todd, Tom, and all the EWB fan clubs, Isabelle Cardin and Anne Sophie Prevot, Sarah, Jon and Kim, Bill and Debbie, Walt, Andy, and Cheryl Lightfritz, Bernard Filipetti at Blah Blah News, Bruno Deltombe at Guitar & Bass, Thierre Busson and Rock Style, Kit and Val, Mario, Metal Mike and Mary. This record is dedicated to the memory of our friends: Laurel Morris, Al Prator, Steve Gruden, and Fred Seit.
From the Cover
Sometimes in the life of an artist, writer, or musician, there will be a need to create a piece of art or music not because it was time for the next record, or some executive breathing down your neck for a new piece of work, or your contract stated it was time, but because it was something that had to be created. There was something inside the artist, burning and tearing him down bit by bit, day by day, slowly eating him alive until he sat down and let out the work that had to be.
What could be the cause of such a thing? For me it was the loss of someone beloved. The loss of my lover, my best friend, someone I wanted to spend my life with. A subject all too familiar and expressed in every form of art a thousand times, a set of circumstances we have all lived in many ways, a subject I have written on many times in the past. But this time for me, was different. Usually I can write with control, with definition and purpose, the subject matter being well thought out and meditated upon. This time there was no control, no though or concept of presentation and certainly no reference to commerciality. This was personal. These songs forced themselves out, sometimes in only a day. I never wanted to write these songs. I never wanted to feel these feelings, not about her. This is not meant to be my next record. This is a collection of acoustic songs written and recorded in my bedroom studio, recorded with the original intention that only her and I ever hear it. As it developed, I knew that I should not keep this music just between us. So I brought in some of my friends to perform on the music and expand the songs, bringing them to life. I have decided to share these songs with you. I have always based my writing on experience and honesty. And after listening to this, it is one of the most honest and simple pieces of work I have ever created. I hope you can enjoy it. It is called “The Closing Of The Pale Blue Eyes.”