flood

i sat in the shroud, watched as my eyes welled up with tears, the dancers miming away the pain and drone of our modern beasts and machines. animatrix is really a vein of revelations. i wanna watch it again. there was a hush in the room. something about performing art that captivates our imagination. stating the understated. i need to go tell the dancers that they moved me, deeply. So much that it prepared me for my set.

bassman came up at the end of the night saying it was our best yet. and talked about recording and stuff. like my brother says, be faithful in the little you are given and the people will come. I'm seeing a glimpse of it. Much easier than trying to cast vision and throw a motivational spiel in the middle of a four way conversation. Just do it and the rest will follow.

i must say the weirdest comment i had was this. that i sound like paul simon.

Paul Simon. PAUL SIMON! PAUL freaking SIMON of Simon & Garfunkel!!

To be compared to the likes of modern pop icons that i listen to extensively is one thing, for you can tell they'd obviously influence my sound. But to be compared to an artist who has stood the test of time, created genres and innovated shifts in music & culture is quite another.

makes me wanna pay more attention than the inspirational documentary i watched about said musician.

the choir was magical. when they appeared into the foreground light on the dance floor, there was a warm cheer from the crowd. something about how the song was arranged to have the choir walk into the light played a key role in bringing the song to another level. something i hadn't quite foreseen, but definitely envisioned. community is perhaps the one word that could come close to aptly describing what it probably was.

my brother reminded me a while ago on why i write & sing. this is the beginning of songs that may span ages and generations, songs that we take to our campfires, songs we sing when we are down, songs we sing when we celebrate, songs we sing along the journey when things get tough. songs that carry us into the next juncture of hope. songs that speak of the fingerprints of the creators love. little stories we can pass on to our children, like our favourite folklore and fairy-tales.

i want to write these stories. be paid for it, but not just quick fix drugs that help people forget their pain and misery. may these stories penetrate through the thick of our alchohol, the lies of our denial and the flood of our corporate marketing noise.

may we come back. to the heart of worship.