I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music. Albert Einstein.
Sunday, 26 July 2015
Wednesday, 1 July 2015
Hope...
It’s been awhile since my last entry – as is always the case
really.
I’ve seen some incredible live music, from lofty pub summer vibes to full scale O2 arena shows and I realise yet again what a joy it is to live in London. All musicians eventually pass through this concrete jungle I call home at some point. As I watch my bank balance diminish in value with the flow of summer concert tickets being bought, I started thinking about why some people are so in-tune (pun) to music and its power over the audience and why ONE gig is not enough. I was at a gig the other evening at a place in Angel called the Old Queens Head. With wonderful high ceilings, shuttered windows allowing the summer sunlight to beam into this gorgeous Victorian lounge setting. The day was full of incredible musicians and singer/songwriters from all over the country. Anyway, a musician called Sam Garrett made his way onto stage – a man with kind eyes and a warm and welcoming persona. And he said this (paraphrase), “the beautiful thing about live music is it brings us all into the present moment, we stop dwelling on the past or thinking about the future and simply focus on exactly what is happening right in front of us.”
Other than being utterly true, it is that reason in BLACK
and WHITE that keeps me going back for more each and every time. The scary
thought is that in reality how much time do we actually spend in the present
moment? I’m going to take a stab and guess very little. We spend our lives
plotting and planning and pining and rarely stop and see what is actually
happening in front of us – music though demands your attention, it demands your
thoughts, your vision and your ears, leaving little room for you to do anything
but focus. Incredible really.
Or maybe this is all just babble caused my lengthy work
stint in the North of England so I’ll leave you to ponder while I enjoy my beer
in the Great British Sunshine (read as Great British ‘not dark yet’)!
Hope - Sam Garrett
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