Whilst we are
all unique, we must at some point agree to join forces in a way that brings out
the very best in our ability, in our vision, and to bring something new to the
public’s attention, a sign that union is not only welcome but required to
attain a new balance in the world.
The art of storytelling
in any artistic endeavour is to find the smallest moment that you observed and give
it credence, to make it larger, impress upon it the sense of the familiar and
cherished, to exaggerate on the belief that binds it. Fiction is a lie well
told, a story is that lie given a soul; and if that story is greeted with
pleasure and is valued, then it is an epic of an esteemed nature.
In a world
dominated by the pop ballad and the sound of various genres filling the space
of the beating heart of the human experience, when we come across the sound of
the dominating fiddle calls back to a time in which we were more in tune with
our natural surroundings, a creative dynamic which struck beauty into the soul,
but which equally could send mournful floods of tears cascading down the cheek
as the heart broke time and time again.
There isn’t much
grace left in dear old Blighty, the romance of an aged past, the lies of eras,
the spotlight that has pinpointed its crusty, faded façade, is one that has
caused a schism, a naked fear of upset division in the isles of less than
plenty, a rupture in appreciation for the truth of fine minds who speak with
eloquence and richness of the finest of poets, and the classiest of men.
We are attracted
to the raging fire in ways that the cold and impenetrable icebergs cannot
fathom, the jagged, spiky chunks of ice may look cool but once you seek below
the exterior you find nothing true, nothing substantial; and yet the passion of
the fire, the enthusiasm of seeing the energy burn, of being close to the
inferno…that’s as true, as authentic as you can possibly hope to be in the
presence of.
In the end it
all comes down to attitude, the more you are able to stare into the possible
void, the more respect you earn; the bold and the assertive do not meekly stand
by as The Shape Of History unfolds, they do not cower at what have
passed, only striding on with purpose, under no illusion that they may have
occasionally mis-stepped their dance with Time, but are still able to lead it
around the floor so others may swoon in their presence.
The sound is
relentless, but like a thunderstorm captured on film, you know deep down it is
only half the story, that the experience is lacking an essential component, a
vinyl assault on every sense that makes the Supercharged overload and
create a frenetic energy that is felt by all.
It is either a
disconcertion or a welcome sign laid out with ceremony, one will be associated
with fear, the other with a release of energy that signals a good time and the
acceptance of the once uninvited guest as a part of the family.
To hear the phrase, You Are Not A Stranger Here is to understand that your reputation precedes you. That standing created by deeds is a perspective that may open doors that otherwise might be slammed shut, and it is a curse of modern life that the longer you stay away from the door, the more time you spend in the shadows, the likelihood of admittance to the comfort of good grace is slim.
It is
recommended that we read a book twice in our lifetimes, once when we are young,
maybe innocent, narrower minded, the next time when we are older, not
necessarily more mature, but certainly of an age when age and time have
combined to teach us the valuable lessons. The reason is simple, we see the way
in which the words are written as an extension of ourselves, we inhabit our
youth with an expectation of honest intention, only to find when have reached
an age where life has more than taken its fair share of naivety and pulse that
we see the story in a completely different way; that there is more depth that
we didn’t encounter initially.
There are
moments in pop history which might be celebrated by what could be called the
minority at the time, and to which the rest of the world could be argued as
just pausing long enough to feel the emotions overwhelming the soul; they might
not understand why, but if they live to see a significant anniversary come
round then they will undoubtedly see the sense of seismic change that they have
lived through, the definite alteration of the future that has happened in their
life time in which others can be free to be themselves and love who they love.