The stoney, equanimous music of “Watch the Lights Fade” (1939) by a true poet of place, Robinson Jeffers.
"Here Before" by the godmother of freak folk, Vashti Bunyan.
"Evening Star" (1975) by Robert Fripp and Brian Eno. The Bushmen insist they can hear the stars. I wonder if other foragers claim to?
"Shore Duty" by hometown hero and bassist Mike Watt (totem pelican), one of my favorites from his classic album "Contemplating the Engine Room." The music of the sea.
"Legend Days Are Over" by Paul Beaver and Bernie Krause (of biophony fame) with Nez Perce elder Elizabeth Wilson circa 1974.
Bernie Krause on the voice of the natural world and how biophony is a critical measure of habitat health. Whether human-, restoration-, historical-, fire-, or soundscape-, ecology is everything.
Music of central African foragers the Bayaka. Note how the chirps of insects and the murmur of neighbors melds into the acoustic surround, with the living beat never far behind.
Forget EDM and remember the psychedelic drone of the mouth bow, as played by this !Xo Bushman.
My final Young posting, the title track from perhaps his best album, “On the Beach.” Living in the urban holocaust of Los Angeles, the beach (Santa Monica, in the cover’s case) is a last refuge for minding wilderness—the inspiration and respiration of the sea.
"Revolution Blues" by Neil Young, or why it’s tough to be a revolutionary in LA: you might turn Manson.