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| There's a mark on the map where
Oil City used to be, but no trace of it remains. It was a
bustling, mysterious city inhabited by creatures that we can only
speculate upon. Occasionally when the ocean wind stirs the sands,
bits and pieces reveal themselves. |
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There were parades and celebrations... and music -- lots of music. |
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stories of huge bands meeting in the town square. There were top
hats, bowties, frilly frocks, and strange dances that stretched into
the night. |
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Fragments.
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Oil City may be gone, but it's spirit is not. |
| These songs are
reconstructions. |
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A window into that forgotten place. |
| Songs from
Oil City... |
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| El-Jadida |
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| A Seagull Story (Part 1) |
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| Science will save us (?) |
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| A Seagull Story (Part 2) | |
| Bells |
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| For
Olivier |
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| 25
Minutes in Oil City |
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Reconstruction by Jason DuMars (saxophones, accordion, piano, tablas, dumbek, Marxophone, percussion, clarinet, flute, Morrocan tamborine, kalimba, guitar, bass, cello, tenor Saz, vocals) |
jason@dumarsengraving.com |