Golden oldies

There has just been a program on BBC 4  about a guitarist singer songwriter, Les Cousins (Mark Pavey). It struck me as I watched these fairly elderly performers strutting their stuff how I wished I had kept up the guitar lessons. 

Each person in his or her way was identified as a contributor, no mean claim when one reaches the age of otherwise invisibility. Music is an extension of the person, the lyrics are real for the singer who hopefully can convince the audience of its sincerity. We the audience get lost in the rhythm and the artistry we feel indebted to the musician who can dig out of our inner self, that emotive side to our character which youth nurtured and old age forgot. They keep on performing, the artist forever young and we, the none musician are in quiet awe of this reincarnation of spirit and assuredness. 

You don't have to be a virtuoso they are the trades men and women of their art but the ability to identify with the art of music sets them on a pedestal which we instinctively look up to and admire. To be acknowledged let alone admired is an accomplishment.