The beauty of art that is emotionally charged is in its power to take you to the Edge Of The World before pulling back from the precipice and showing you that life is more than existence and suffering, nor is it a futile act of resistance, it is a glory to be lived boldly and with every fibre of your being.
We face extinction it seems with a sense of dramatic unawareness, collectively we may look into the void and pretend to scream at the darkness, the hopeless of our cause opening up before us like a gigantic yawn from bored celestial being, but secretly it feels as though we are enjoying this realm of pre-annihilation, that the Songs From The Restless Oblivion are but a grand opus sang from the true depths of our embattled spirit.
Always be curious, and never find yourself become narrowminded, find a way to ask questions rather than be so pained that you only listen to one side of argument and decide that is enough to carry the weight of your own opinion…Become Other than human judgement framed by all that you ever knew and not what you could have learned.
Confidence in the right hands is never an illusion, it is never based on a false premise that is employed by the nature of the complacent, the smug or overly satisfied, it is based in a truth that a confident person offers a 100 percent of themselves, building from nothing, taking time to reach their potential and showing the world that they planned it all meticulously, took the chances but also measured it so much that the self-satisfied will argue until they become cold and unfeeling to the beauty shown.
When the annals of 21st Century Blues are written there will be names that are assured to note only feature heavily within the factually written pages but will be seen as true luminaries and icons of the genre; those that arguably saved the music from dying a death that had been telegraphed since the mid-1980s.
Chiefly amongst them will be the undoubted Queen of British Blues, one who has herself been influenced and aided by the likes of Joe Bonamassa, but has forged her own indomitable style and taken all in her path from the Midland’s heartlands of her birth to the wilds of America and back, the creator of all that is Black & Gold, Joanne Shaw Taylor.
The music fan is used to hearing that their favoured band has found a way to enter the studio during a tour, the seizing of the moment as they are gripped by inspiration is an age-old tale that almost every group or solo performer has found in their time on the road.
What is surprising to find is a single, even an E.P. that is released during a tour, it is an act of supreme confidence that the possible spoiler for the fan of what they might expect on the night they enter the arena or venue, is in effect a trophy of aural greatness, a highlight given its own space and time.
It is one of the great tragedies of life that not all that is created by an artist sees the light of day, some of it is binned by the creator, discarded, burned symbolically, and turned to ash, other times it is lost, falling through the cracks due to outside forces or internal pressures. However, not everything in time is lost to the world, not all that was considered ash is blown to the wind, there is always a remanent, a chance that the original spark could once again fulfil what was.
We have become desensitised to the idea of someone being delicate, lauding their best life when they open up, but ignoring the signs of what causes them to withdraw. We have called such people by names verging on the cruel and ignorant, decrying the thoughtful and sensitive with disdain, abusing them with tactless remarks and even going as far as to ridicule those to who are fragile in the face of beauty and distressing times.
Encouragement that comes from art is an enlightening act of respect of those in a position of what might be considered power gifting reassurance, boosting the mind and soul of those damned by society’s passion for kicking downwards, for staring almost with a contempt bordering on hatred, for when reinforced praise and hope are displayed with generous intentions, the understanding becomes clear, When They All Looked Up, when all are treated with support, then the skies become so much clearer and the faith in the heavens becomes apparent.
There are places on Earth which hold a solemnity of silence, a regard for the fallen which cannot, and perhaps should not, entertain the idea of any type of entertainment or jaw dropping sound of human expression; it feels disrespectful to the memory; and yet we must also acknowledge just what art can achieve in some places where the dead and lost souls can achieve in terms of atmospheric fanfare and the passion of connection of human spirit and the living.