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I’m sitting, drawing a row of olive trees curving out of sight over the edge of a hill, a bird croaking at me from a safe distance. I have a colored pencil called “olive.” It’s nice to have a color named specifically for the thing you’re drawing. Though, in truth, the leaves are a little drabber than the pencil indicates.

One of the compensations in my glorified island confinement was the movie that arrived once a week with the ferries. Every port town had a weekly screening in a provisional theater with whatever print appeared, usually a recent Hollywood film. Unlike the Italians, the Greeks subtitled films, keeping the original language soundtrack. One night, in an old fort above the port town of Naxos, I endured James Cameron’s “Titanikos” over the course of five hours. The screening lasted that long because the cinema had only one 35mm projector. 35mm prints were shipped on twenty-minute reels and the projectionist normally created the film’s continuity by switching back and forth between the sequence of reels on two projectors.
I sat in a damp stone room with two dozen locals on folding metal chairs. We watched twenty minutes of the film. Then a necessary intermission followed to mount the next reel on the sole projector, but the break evolved naturally into smoking, talking, drinking and eating grilled cheese sandwiches. During the first few reels, I sat on my own as an outsider, waiting a little impatiently for the movie to begin again. As we progressed slowly in this fashion through the story, the emotions in the breaks grew more intense. I was eventually adopted as a member of the tribe and handed a bottle of beer. By the end of the film, nearly five hours after we set out together, everyone was weeping and slapping their chests in identification with Leonardo DiCaprio’s nobility. A big woman with a pronounced moustache took me in her arms and lifted me off the ground, sobbing powerfully.

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from Path Through the Wilderness, released September 7, 2019
Reid Kruger - Drums
Tom Schroeder - Guitar
Jeremy Ylvisaker - Guitar
Jonathan Zorn - Bass

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