Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
You don’t have to pucker the lips in order to Kiss Deep, you only have touch someone with your mind, your humour and your lust for life in order to reach them in a way that no amount of amorous thought can achieve; to feel the embrace of another’s words is not just a measure for good, it is the affirmation of what you believe more than anything, to be true.
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The outlook from where you sit can be the one that not only determines your mood but has the ability to shape you as a human being, the position you take into any fight, conversation or relationship and yet to say that The View From Here is the only one that is available is not trust the artist to show you another level, another position in which your stance can be changed.
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Time is an illusion, yet it is one that humanity can no longer live without, for the passing of the day means nothing to our minds unless it is filled with notches, hourly, quarterly, each minute carefully allotted set tasks, moments in the sun, the sense that in the end light will follow dark and in between we have to fill the space around us with something, electronic or pulse driven, mechanical or solar, nothing truly represents Time than The Clockwork Within.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10
Memory is something very precious, we are the sum of all that we remember and hold dear, even those moments in which we try our damndest to forget everything, can hold a sparkle of beauty that seems to be an island in a sea of perpetual troubles and yet one we cling to lest the memory fades of when we stood tall, when we stood for something that would hurt us because we saw the other side was wrong. Memory is after all, all we are and all we will be in the eyes of others and memory is amplified by the senses, none perhaps finer than the sense of sound.
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Cast: Joanne Tremarco.
Death, arguably, is not the end; it is a state of being that continues in the hearts of those left behind, long after the last breathe has been drawn. The poets and artists have always been one to draw the subject as a next adventure, perhaps in keeping with Buddhism, the soul moving on from one umbilical cord to the next, the next chapter in a long reading list. It could also be a one shot, possible prize winning article, done and dusted regardless of how many words and the finest of by-lines are used.
Music and video used to go hand in hand with each other, especially in the 1980s, where it was expected that a well-made video would give a band or artist a huge lift in sales. For anybody who was getting into music in the early part of the tandem craft, songs such as Ultravox’s Vienna, A-Ha’s Take On Me, Frankie Goes To Hollywood’s Two Tribes, Marillion’s Kayleigh and Genesis’ Land of Confusion were as well remembered for their iconic videos as they were for the creative lyrics and supreme music.
Every generation gets the music they deserve. As with politicians, it can be a blessing or a curse visited upon those growing up between the time of leaving junior school and the post teenage years and finding music either a godsend or hindrance to their lives. For those who just avoided the golden period of Progressive Rock and were not bothered with the happy go lucky feel of a three minute song that really didn’t have a message there was always Punk and Ska and one of the leading lights of the latter has to be the gracious lead vocalist of Ska favourites The Selecter, Pauline Black.
Celebrated Jazz pianist Jason Rebello is one of those rare individuals in music to have worked with some of the out and out greats of his chosen genre but also with the likes of Sting and Peter Gabriel. A musician of great stature he first came to prominence at a young age and by the time 1990 came around he had recorded his first album, A Clearer View which was produced by Weather Report’s Wayne Shorter.
He sees her in the corner of his eye,
splashes of colour on a passer by.
He beams a smile, a worthy invite,
as she glides on by this giver of light.
Inhaling sweet air, she smells of roses,
fragrant as a spring day, it encloses
visions of balmy days, chasing through grass.
Emotions and feelings he must surpass.
His face crumbles as she turns a corner.
Disappointment fills his heart, a mourner
for love he could have had, but never did.
Strong emotions he knows must be kept hid.
Alan Hewitt leans back on the chair in FACT and smiles, a man wistful with memories of gigs and stories which culminated in his book on Steve Hackett, the Genesis guitarist who has carved out perhaps the most productive solo career of all those that made Genesis one of the finest Progressive Rock bands to hail from the U.K. being enjoyed rightly by the multitude. Sketches of Hackett is a book of immense value and warmth and just chatting to him, time seems to lose its meaning as the 20 minute time limit we set ourselves becomes muddled and extended until we have broached the subject of almost every Steve Hackett solo album and his contribution to the richness of the second and third period of the Genesis era.