September 28, 2010
Arkonaut
The problem with having many things to write about is finding the time to write about them. But sometimes certain sudden realizations occur, and the remembrance of very dear things overcomes sleep, tiredness, affairs – in short: all the daily fuss that keeps us buzzing all day, day after day.
Ark, latest Brendan Perry’s album, is finally out. I’ve been waiting for it for a while this spring, then forgot about it – as we usually do with things that do not meet our expectations within a certain deadline. But hidden forces of the universe are never to be underestimated, and tonight I’ve come across the entire album on youtube, which, to say the least, brightened my…night (since the moon just started to diminish).
From Babylon to Crescent, it brought me back in time to the 29th of March 2010, a cool spring night in Bucharest at Brendan Perry’s concert, an out of time experience which still lingers vividly in my memory. I never thought the voice of a man could make the outer world fade away, while bringing to the surface a universe of mixed emotions about mankind and human nature. I felt speechless, insignificant, and yet holding the power to change the world.
This post is not about Ark, you can find its meanings deciphered by its author here: http://ark.brendan-perry.com/ or listen to the album by yourself. It is also not about a certain concert…the ones in the audience – most of them in their thirties or even more – have had their own experience that may not be shared.
It’s just about remembering to ponder on certain things around us, ‘cause
“Sometimes is hard for us to find the truth
In a world we no longer seem to understand
But don’t let them break us and don’t let them nail us
Into boxes for the old man’s parade”
(From This Boy)
PS: Many thanks to kiddo for taking me to the concert – one of my best birthday’s gifts.
