R. Carlos Nakai... If you are unfamiliar with this inspired being then fear not, for you now know of his name and I hope will soon know of his melody. Born of Navajo-Ute heritage in the mid 40s, this gentleman would arise to produce some of the most atmospheric and transcendent music inspired from the reverberations of mother earth herself. Originally a master of the trumpet, a car accident put to rest his embouchure control and therefore his ability to play his brass instrument. But! All was not lost. A simple gift of a traditional cedar pipe and a few spoken words challenging Mr Nakai to master the instrument was all that was needed. 35 albums later (all released on the Native American Music Label Canyon Records) He has sold over four million albums worldwide, attained Grammy nominations for his music, including Ancestral Voices (1994 Best Traditional Folk Album), Inner Voices and Inside Monument Valley (both for 2000 Best New Age Album), In A Distant Place (2001 Best New Age Album), Fourth World (2002 Best New Age Album), Sanctuary (2003 Best Native American Album), and People of Peace (2004 Best New Age Album), worked with artist the world over including the likes of famed Hawaiian slack key guitarist and singer Keola Beamer and extensively with the traditional Japanese ensemble from Kyoto, the Wind Travelin' Band. And in 2005 was inducted into the Arizona Music & Entertainment Hall of Fame. And no, he does not cover cheesy disney soundtracks... Background complete, I continue with my reason behind the posting of this article. Late last night, and most nights of my non-sleep, I lie upon my bed with the blinds in their open position looking out at the twilight expanse of infinity that rests before my eyes. I listen to the leaves rustling with even the slightest of winds, playing harmonies of their own in the key of earth, and I smell the saccharine scent of the atmosphere lying naked to the soft touch of the moon, and I feel overwhelmed by its beauty. Yes, I sometimes cry, and yes, I sometimes laugh, but most of the time, I just lie and think. This is the moment I most feel alive, when sleep surrounds and the heavens are all mine to wander. I suppose one could call it a semi-meditative state, merging reverie with reality, or semi-lucidity. It is as though I can hear, and feel the earth breathing, resounding through and within every part of my being... The reason behind this 'narrative-of-my-night-time' is, that the very first time I experienced a Nakai melody, 'Pure Moods' from the album 'Island Of Bows', about two years ago, it provoked feelings within me that were, and still are, so very similar to those that dance through my bouts of insomnia. And since that moment I have ritually played Nakai's music, amongst other Indian flute music, while I drift to sleep, to dine upon the tops of rainbows and surf the silver beams of the midnight moon, and whatever other fantastical journeys my dreams contain, and the beauty of it is, that through his music I now feel that same feeling entwined within many of the dreams that I have and can easily attain it whilst walking through a sun dappled forest, to an un-named street adorned with that anti-earth they call... Concrete... So, this post is in tribute to R. Carlos Nakai. The inspiration to my days, the inspiration to my nights, the soundtrack to my dreams, the soundtrack to my life...