Perpetual Change is good, it is the reason for revolution, it is the uninterrupted flow of time that offers us a perspective of the new in motion and the past as a constant, ceaseless reminder of the beautiful and the desired that walks beside us in our waking lives.
One of the most prolific musicians, producers, and remixers returns from the studio armed yet again with an album full of detail, and with an overview that is expansive, distinctive, and perhaps in the vein of the Progressive giants who weaved the music with such an intricacy that the idea of two songs that are bound by studious length and uniqueness of continual ambition.
Almost fearless, Steven Wilson’s eighth solo studio album is an expansive definition of the Progressive genre, two tracks that are inspired by the heavens, the overview effect that is experienced by astronauts looking back at our lonely planet from the darkness of space.
To live with wisdom is arguably the point of our existence; and yet so few people truly engage with that mindset, preferring instead to live vicariously, happy to be spontaneous but with no purpose in their short walk through the woods of life.
It is only perhaps when that spontaneity is halted, paused as the world turns with a miracle of life or the sudden damnation of a society on the fringes of panic, disillusion, and bad decisions, that they see the wise choices in the rear-view mirror and the pain of regret that comes with it.
Everything is, as the native’s will always espouse, ‘bigger’ in Texas, and in time honoured fashion that statement is given its test and found to be, with respect, almost true. From the wide-open skies to the sense of freedom that the state demands, part of the United States of America but seeing itself as its own functioning country, the sense of life size is everywhere, and even in the humble there is a drive that confounds the onlooker, but which makes absolute sense to those who understand the heritage and the legacy of those who call the state, home.
Making Moves, an aspect of human life that shows our intent to strive for a higher plane, to understand that whilst occasionally we might need to rest, we must never sit long enough that the belief in our purpose is replaced by the temptation to settle, we must forever see life as a mysterious adventure, not as a couch worn away by the imprint of our remains and established habit.
It could be argued that the flourishing appearances of the artist’s complete works in boxset form is down to age, to nostalgia, and dare it be mentioned, the possibility of exploitation by the companies that may own the rights to the music, to the songs that certain generations came to hang their love and dreams upon. Perhaps this is more prevalent now for Generation X and those that came into their own musically during the period of the 70s and 80s, for not a week seems to go past where a hero of the age is repackaged in all their glory for the masses to soak up the sound, the memory allowed to resurface, and the years, those decades between, once more attended to in full glorious colour.
Integrity is arguably the pinnacle of human interaction we seek, to be taken at one’s word, and to know that the person you are speaking to doesn’t don’t your word, your intention, or your meaning; it is the reliability of consistent truth, the honour of not mincing words…never mind success, never mind riches and pride, to be virtuous in both praise and criticism is the height of being human.
There are frontmen and women, and there are icons, the latter being the special kind which do more than just perform and maintain the relationship between band and the audience, they spread a musical infection which borders on delirium, they find a way to tap in to the fever and the euphoria of the occasion that sends waves of chaos across the largest venue, the stadium, or even the nestled and modest local scene and hang out; they are more than the face of the band, the voice of the moment, they are the larger than life symbol that a generation clings to as they search for expression and meaning.
We have become separated by the noise, the disconnection between former friends, allies, even family members has come about through a variety of divisive factors, each amplified to a point and a peak where opinion overrides fact and detail, the emotion of our loss is magnified by the constant barrage of updates, one-sided statements, and the feeling of information to our inner circle…but it doesn’t have to be that way, we can, rather than create war with each other and throw constant blows of verbal statistics, dream together, use our imagination to invent, design, and give hope where others lay waste.
Under Silver Sky we find a meaning, the land below reflecting in the glow of precious colours, far and away from the bleak dark hues that dog us, unscorched by the orange and yellows of a blistering sun; that meaning is that of tranquil repose, of a calm composed of serenity and possibility, and one to whom the sound of melodic rock is always a welcome addition.