Dancing on your Toes
November 30th 2006 22:37
I was at a festival yesterday, dancing to some reggae, jazz and soulful pop. The smell of pot was in the air and perspiration was cooling the thousands of little bodies down. It felt good. You don't really experience the sparkle of music until you hear it straight from an instrument, it’s just like the magic in a wand- you need a direct line of influence. True appreciation of music comes only rarely, such grand feelings are elusive. You can’t do with it most genres, and you can’t do it listening to music from the charts…though there are rare exceptions. People matter, there’s an energy about wholesome people that you can’t get from a murderer or someone who dances ballroom. Location, nature never disappoints, the feel of grass on toes compliments bars and notes very well, we are after all animals of evolution, we feel most comfortable in our oldest habitat. Then it’s up to the soul of the artist, their skill and their faith in the purity of music. To sing and be embraced by the wonderful ambiguity of art and creativity. That’s my religion.
Ta.
Ta.
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