Layers Pt. IV: Gokotta (Ft. Arturia Microbrute and Moog Little Phatty)

Published on May 7, 2014 Ace Waters·85 videos

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Ace Waters - Synths and Bells
Kyle Von Lanken - Guitars
Jeffrey James - Vocals and such


This is the fourth video in a five part series titled layers. Everything in this series was created using layers, thus the title. Kyle started this one off with the guitar part, which was then sent to Jeff who added some wonderful, layered, looped vocals. Then Ace took it and added some synth sounds, bass, and some bells. The first tracks, or the theme of the song, was inspired by a short story concept that Ace thought up. Then, once each song was complete, Ace would listen to the song and write that part of the story, allowing the story to inspire the song, which then inspires the story. Everything, coming together in Layers. Each song title is based on a really cool word.

Pt. IV: Gokotta

The dreams swirled in brilliant patterns, dancing through my mind. But somewhere, deep within my thoughts, came a clear voice, telling me to wake. When my eyes finally opened, I could see the sun, pouring in through the opening to the cave. There was a purpose for my waking. It was as if I knew I needed to wake for this. It was sort of deliberate and subliminal wake up call.

I could hear the birds, calling me outward. I rose slowly and made my way into the morning light. It was blinding at first. I looked out, eyes squinting, at the horizon. I could barely tell where the ocean ended and the sky began. The sun hung low in the sky, slowly climbing up in the morning sky.

The night before this place was a nightmare of sharp jagged rocks and stinging sea water. I would have never thought it to be the same place that I stood now. The rocks were decorated with beautiful colors and patterns. The pools full of life. The bird cheered from the trees, high above me on the cliffs.

Everything had changed. Yet, nothing had changed. I stood not a mile from this spot the day previous, staring out at this same ocean. Yet I cared not for the sounds of the birds and the waves or the artwork of the cliffs.

I had to be broken to be fixed.
I had to be wounded to be healed.
It was not the coast that had changed, it was me.

And now, I was ready."