Imagine if you could / would, a sudden void of music. A void that scares you to a chilled reality of no boundaries. One that makes you want to document all of music history and experiences on your body, as tattoos or something, so that it is not lost to anything. In a way it could be like Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451” (1953) where people memorized literature to secure it’s future. I think I would prefer memorizing over tattoos. I do not have enough skin surface for all that I would want.
This evening, I had another great experience with two bands I love. One of original writing and play, and the other of who’s members deeply enjoy what they do as their own escape into themselves and capabilities.
This evening as Nomad Planets were playing one of their songs, I had my eyes closed, head down, standing at the pole in the middle of the venue. I was jamming with myself in my mind and body when suddenly, I felt a void of music even though I could still hear them play. The joy, the wonder, were vacuumed out even though life around me was still present. A sudden scaredness with no time to react with any fight or flight.
I popped out of it in a split second, though the experience was there taking up a lot of space in me. I love the guys of Nomad Planets because of who they are individually, as musicians, as a contributors to humanity. That same goes for a few more bands I have had the personal experience to go see and listen to. Yet, Nomad Planets in their live performances seem to hit home more often.
The Unstoppables did not deny me an experience. They never do. At times I will have that special connection for that given moment, and The Unstoppables gave that to me powerfully near the end of the evening. I was standing off to the side while Dan Soto hit it on lead guitar and vocals. Tim Flat watching him with percussional meaning and rhythmic intensities of mood, he catching a glimpse of me just down right getting down to that song in dance. Now to let out my dirty secret, I could never be a musician because I can never recall lyrics, let alone the song or band name. My vibe to the song however is deeply remembered and comes out of my body in deep physical and mental emotions to emphasis feelings and intent. Like when I photograph bands, musicians feed me song that move me physically and mentally. I in return feed them back with a further defined meaning through expression of dance. When that vibe turns into me photographing, they see and feel it all and reciprocate with more intensity. Such a high we ride. That one song tonight by The Unstoppables, whatever it was near the end, was like Wow, Thank You.
Appreciation of the arts. For the most part we take for granted what is around us. What life offers. Sometimes it is given to us for to enjoy, other times taken away like that void I felt.We define our quality of life by what is around us, what we appreciate, what we care of or for. We make decisions that will make us happy, therefore improving our quality of life.
Sometimes we take the arts for granted because society has taken a wrong path. As defining life comes and goes we may not realize how the arts are effected. High School shop classes were to me a form of art. You created with an attempt to master that craft. Music class, art class, chorus, it all sung to us as artistry, back then. Yet somehow we managed to let it go, disappear, falling towards a void of some sort. Not exactly to the void I felt.
Well, I am here to give kudos to Raymond Ramundo and his establishment, EAT. His restaurant held one of many events for the year, this event benefiting the Food Bank of Northwest Indiana.
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