Myth Of Logic is rooted in a deep love of Progressive Rock of all eras, but primarily that of the 1970s.
The band’s albums are written and recorded in Saint Petersburg, FL at Boyz Club South Studio and mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side music.
Myth Of Logic – The Here & There Trilogy
The trilogy follows our hero, Robin through various fantastic and terrible battles which he must face, come to terms with and move on.
He has suffered the unimaginable loss of his soulmate and through the first two parts of the story begins his healing process and finds his strength in giving of himself.
Part One – “Surrounded By Ghosts”
The story begins with Robin trapped in a seemingly inescapable Stone House fighting off angry spirits all around him. Through the course of this chapter a sword presents itself to him and begins to instruct him in methods of defense. The next challenge presents itself as a vivid flying dream like he has never known.
And then the cloud parts letting loose a flood of blinding sun. He is a creature Born To The Sky in much the same way that a dolphin is a child of the sea. Immense and powerful wings obey every thought and speak to him in a voice he knows. All the many flying dreams of youth pale in comparison. Horizons twist and fade giving way to pillars of Heaven and diving back down. Sheer and potent freedom. The cares and affairs of humanity mean nothing to The Sky. Others are here and call to him and smile urging him ever higher, ever faster. His wings speak to him and whisper secrets of untethered elation and sights seen only to angels. The Sky is boundless and clean yet it feels as secure and close as the womb. He is no longer a creature of Earth. Flesh, blood, bone all have disappeared. All that is felt is the wind. Hard and unceasing. Lifting his wings ever higher. His heart pounds and pushes the flow of air through his veins. All sensation, all conscious effort is spent staying aloft. And rewarded a thousand fold with endlessly flowing joy. To his core, Robin feels he belongs here.
Further on, Robin begins to sense that in fighting these ghosts he is actually hurting himself and begins to lament the harm he has caused.
He feels he has become empty inside. A hollow shell of the man he wants to be.
His thoughts become dominated by the image of his soulmate. He is lost with out her.
And then, she is there. But she isn’t. Her presence fills all his senses at once. The sensation is disorienting. Unlimited potential and bottomless despair filling his chest. She is a vision manifested. He is helpless against her. Her light is blinding, but he genuinely fears that she will vanish if he looks away. She is impossible to comprehend and not meant to be understood. He knows she isn’t real, but cannot deny that she is there.
So Strange. So Beautiful.
As her presence fades into shadow he finds himself on the stages of his youth riding a wave of sound to absolute joy.
The end of this chapter finds him letting go of his burdens and allowing him to continue forward.
Once again in that battle room, he perceives a giant vessel in the center of the space. It feels much larger in Here now, but the air is stifling with heat and fatigue. The vast iron container is scorching and wreathed in fire and Robin feels that he might burst into flames if he approaches it. The sword speaks to him again. “I have guided you here. And you have accepted your own trust to face your fears. You have given yourself a great gift. But you are still trapped here. You must let go of the struggle. It holds you back, keeps you still, holds joy at arm’s length. You have no further need of a weapon. You must remake me in order to move on.” Robin knows what he must do. But he is afraid. The Sword came to him when he needed it most. It gave him courage. Made him stronger. Helped him fight. He feels loyalty, even friendship to it.
But then he realizes that life is ever changing and must do so in order to continue.
Approaching the fire, he holds the Sword aloft and blade first thrusts it into the bowl.
At first he feels alone, despairing, defeated. He watches it gradually disappearing into a glowing scarlet flow.
All at once the Crucible disappears from view. The room is quiet and still
Part Two – “Pictures From A Previous Dream”
In this second chapter, Robin finds that instead of escaping back to his home he has been brought to a place he doesn’t know.
A place of observation and reflection.
Familiarity.
It can be comforting and soothing.
Or it can be menacing and terrifying.
At the moment, Robin has no way to know which way to feel.
He sits in the gloom pondering his current situation and feeling very much like a fool.
It all seemed so palpable. Real danger. Actual wounds with places now occupied by actual scars.
Memories held and skills learned while trapped in The Stone House. He’s had dreams before. Of course he has.
And although it’s not always easy to distinguish experience from fantasy, he felt like he had a pretty good handle on the difference.
Now…not so much.
The boundaries of this place cannot be seen as yet.
But the sounds of his own breath belie the approximate size of the space.
Not much light here, but what there is, is dim and bluish.
At the edges of his perception there are frames defining the boundaries fading into view.
As the smoke loiters, the paintings are more visible than before.
Walls obscured by heavy curtains are dominated by enormous old frames enclosing a number of vivid paintings.
They are gathered here as if to a wake – watching him. Waiting for Robin to view them.
The overriding desire of all paintings is to be experienced. To be appreciated. To be seen.
Each possesses the essence of the one who created it.
Imbued with the passion, the anger, the lust, the drive that compelled the hand which brushed them into life.
They have hung here for an eternity. Waiting. Waiting to fulfill their purpose.
They have dark gifts to give. And they can sense that he is ready.
Through a series “viewings” Robin feels a sense of overriding purpose.
These paintings NEED him. They need him see and experience each of them as deeply as possible.
A Roman coliseum, a burned out city centuries in the future, a present day cathedral, a laboratory / torture chamber in 1940s Europe, the throne room of a fallen king, the home of a modern serial killer, the office of heart broken accountant and the salon of a 16th century painter all beckon him inside their images to fully experience all they have to offer.
Robin begins to perceive that his presence in this place is required by the paintings.
They are whispering amongst themselves of their elation at having the chance.
None of them understands why they were brought Here after having been created.
They have waited for what seems an eternity to reveal themselves to human eyes.
This is the fondest wish of any art. To be perceived. To be appreciated.
At the conclusion of all this he finds himself happy and at peace.
A full and blissful sleep come over him.
Part Three – “Light At The End”
In this, the finale Robin awakes to find himself back in The City.
And gradually becomes aware of the shattered ruins of his life that drove him to go “traveling”.
“Light At The End” is the story of a man whose life came crashing down around him.
He has lost his soulmate and wants answers as to why she is gone.
They loved each other. Clearly and deeply.
But both recognized each of their chosen directions.
She as a soldier and he as a thief.
And damned good at their vocations they each were.
She was the ultimate expression of excellence for him.
A soldier and protector at heart and by deed, she expressed her untamed love of country on the battlefield.
Until one day she gave all.
Robin looks to his creator and the universe for answers and finds them both wanting.
But he knows that somehow he must find a way to continue. To endure.
Still shaking the sleep off.
Focus is coming easier now.
Not really clear on where I am yet.
This is my bedroom. In my apartment. In The City. Without her.
The truth is that this is my world.
And I hate it here.
It becomes clear that I sent myself away for a while.
Facing this world as I was There was not an option.
Unimaginable anguish can do very strange things to a person.
You begin to look for ways to survive. Ways that you can preserve your self.
My experiences in the Stone House and The Gallery have made me harder.
More able to resist despair.
The truth begins unfolding like an old map that I had crumbled up and thrown away.
All of the battles, all of the stories, everything that I’ve gone through was all in my head.
With clarity comes cold hard realization.
She isn’t here.
And I am alone.
“Light At The End” follows Robin to the conclusion of his journey across the three chapters.
Ultimately the Trilogy is an examination of hope, love and forgiveness.
Especially to the self.