Epics come and epics go, some will stand the test of time and others fall into the trap of becoming side-lined, browning with age, bleached in part by the weather streaming against the frames and forgotten, a dusty reminder of what they once stood for in the pantheon of music.
In the world of art, in whatever shape or form it should take, the brave, the courageous and those that dare stare into the face of the oncoming light are always those that should be highly prized. For some, just playing a guitar, penning an verse or putting a half made bed together and throwing a little bit of rubbish into the sleeping arena is enough to constitute a day well spent, that is fine, each to their own but it is like comparing The Orient Express to the coach pulled monstrosities that inhabit the tracks of Britain today, anything can be a train but it takes class and passion to be in a special group of Trains.
There are moments when the world, or at least certain people with decency in their hearts and the courage in their minds, is able to make a huge difference. There are many problems to be discussed, to be addressed and be solved, no matter how far we come as a civilisation, no matter the dizzy heights of industrial might, of reaching out beyond our mortal capability into the stars and the progress of technical know-how, people fall through the gaps. They become unseen, almost invisible, past the point of sight until they blur into their surroundings and whether it is through the actions of someone else or their own misfortune, brought on perhaps by a Government and others that just don’t care, the cracks open up regardless and the streets, the parks and the obscured shadows become the home of the dispossessed and the homeless.
Denis Parkinson is a quiet, thoughtful and selfless man, it probably accounts for the feeling of serenity that can be felt in the soul as you listen to him perform, after all nobody could ever pull off that type of demeanour, that show of attentiveness to their music if they were anything but contemplative and absorbed in producing a song with some much grace in it.
Denis Parkinson at the Kazimier in Liverpool. August 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Wherever you stand in Liverpool, wherever you care to sit and reflect upon the day and drink in the atmosphere and hum of creativity, it seems that the Liverpool Skyline is changing.
It is perhaps not noticeable from the close up waterfront or from across the beady eyes of the river but inside it, for good or bad, Liverpool is changing, the skyline being bequeathed a different dynamic and yet for a while inside the Kazimier Garden, the skyline didn’t matter, it simply remained still and listened carefully as Denis Parkinson took on his time at the microphone and gave the Liverpool Acoustic Garden songs in which to take pleasure in.
Once upon a time, it seems at times so long ago that it could be just rumour or even sarcastic hearsay, all songs were created with the equality not afforded the species they were designed to entertain, namely the ability to make humanity think.