Wake, by Dead Can Dance (2003)

Looking into the past with an eye on the future

I hit a personal low in 1993.

I was 21, living back in my parents’ house after tasting a year or two of freedom, with no prospects, no car, and a crappy retail job. I frequently found myself walking alone at night through the undeveloped Arizona desert land adjacent to our neighborhood, smoking and drinking some whisky while listening to whatever was on …