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The Potomac Accord | In One-Hundred Years the Prize will be Forgotten

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In One-Hundred Years the Prize will be Forgotten

by The Potomac Accord

In One-Hundred Years the Prize will be Forgotten is a gorgeous listen; live, it's illustrated with background slides and film: "We toss our experiences out into the public every night possible with hope that someone may understand the message."
Genre: Pop: Piano
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  Song Share Time Download
1. A Quiet White Cut by the Longest Blue Shadows
6:22 $1.49
2. Sunset on the Empire
8:56 $1.49
3. The Empty Road
8:42 $1.49
4. Some Kind of Farewell Forever
4:34 $1.49
5. Ghost of Kalamazoo
8:31 $1.49
6. Newly Fallen Century
11:33 $1.49
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Album Notes
we come into a town we don't know, or maybe one where we have seen the area around the venue before... some awkward bands show up who sometimes look at the ground, or sometimes want to know what the best rock venue in your town is to play so they can set up their event there. we watch maybe a handful of small nervous and innocent people show up, but neither of us really talk to each other and we carry our weighted equipment past them and are sometimes brushed by the often disinterested and desensitized sound-man or door-man who quotes us the process of calling the night complete, but isn't interested in a conversation or sharing experiences and stories... you really cannot blame them though, they've submitted themselves to the company of total strangers nightly who are gone more quickly than they arrived, but we try our best.

we carry our stuff in, often in a rush to set it up and set back to a cold drink and rest on a wooden chair with hope that maybe someone will show up... we toss our experiences out into the public every single night possible with hope that someone may understand the message... we play to a room more often filled with smoke and clatter than conscious people, people who go home and forget the names of the bands, forget the instruments that composed the sounds, forget how far they may have come, and sometimes even forget the evening entirely... but they may have had a good time. you then carry your weighted equipment out the door, maybe down some narrow, dark, aging steps. sometimes all of this in the freezing rain when you have forgotten your jacket, or the soaking rain and the van smells like mildew, rust, and aluminum... cramming your wet bodies and your wet guitars into it...

but then there is one person who comes up and tells you something you will never forget for the rest of your life, and you realize that you have seen and experienced something completely unique to that particular evening, and it is beautiful. you realize that you have crafted something ambitious, personal, evocative, and to your personal life even maybe revolutionary.

in that moment the rain flows like stanzas from an aged poem handed to you on a piece of paper from someone you just met in a town, on a street, you had never known...

The Potomac Accord, St. Louis MO



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In 10 years I'll still play this CD
Hate to have to make the reference, but here it is... Think Neil Young fronting Sigur Ros. Ethereal? Not really, but stratospheric at least. Grandiose? yes, but also human. Ambient? sort of, but also stirring. Worth your time and dime? definitely. A CD with a strong sense of what it wants to be.

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An introverted and moving winter soundtrack
An ideal soundtrack to a winter drive across icy flatlands, where the warmth of the music, like the snug heat in a car, stands in stark contrast to the barren context in which it travels.
This album restrains itself as long as it possibly can. It seems, however, that The Potomac Accord are at times invigorated by the delicacy of their sound, rearing themselves into sweeping, elegant passages of melancholy defined by their moving progressions and bare romanticism.
The use of the tidal drum flourishes further contributes to the sense of an individual in the wilderness. The vocals too, though close and soft almost throughout, do lift themselves periodically into colder heights and a vocal ambience reminiscent of Canada's A Silver Mount Zion.
At certain points, the piano emerges from within the song to lead gorgeous crescendos, as used in penultimate number Ghost of Kalamazoo. It is at these moments that the record pulls itself onto another level and is capable of capturing the attention of any warm-blooded creatures in a room.
Closing piece, Newly Fallen Century, sounds like the camera pulling out at the end of the movie of all your lost loves and heralds the close of a genuinely captivating record.