Subject: Oh to be a super god.
Music to set the foot tapping, I'm listening to The Modern Jazz Quartets album at their European Concert, fantastic. I remember it as if it were yesterday as they bewitched us with their suave, oh so delicate, sophisticated jazz.
Walking home from the St George's Hall in the 50s having missed
the last bus it was raining but we were in another world, the wet
streets a backdrop to an escape from the drab conformity into a world
which trembled with possibility as Milt Jacksons sticks
ran over the Vibraphone keys and John Lewis kept a sympathetic control
over proceedings with his piano backing. These giants of jazz were over
from the States, their Union relinquishing a ban as they and more of the stars of contemporary jazz came to our shores
and thrilled us with their musical interpretations.
I know I'v been here before in my blog. Abba took me back to the
days when the limbs weren't tight and everything on the dance floor was
possible. Thriller, Guilty, Rob Stewart, Mr Gravel Voice, ever so
explicit in his lyrics and his off stage persona.
As one sits and listens with closed eyes one is easily transported back to parties when so much fun and testosterone was bouncing around the place and we were all giddy with potential.
The concerts where the thrill was multiplied by the thousands attending until it became an impossible wave of shared
emotion to whoever was performing. They were gods on the stage, the
spotlight picking out the singer, the lead guitarist creating ecstasy
with his riffs and gyrations around the stage, the songs a common
language to everyone producing shrieks of anticipation as the first
cords were struck and the boom boxes spoke, terrorised our ears with
loud unhealthy decibels, squeezing out from us all any
last vestige of independence as we fell in thrall hypnotised by the phenomena of a rock or the purity of a singer creating the romance of Athens.
The mind is fodder in such situations and one can see why the drug culture is so popular
It provides a similar escape from the humdrum lives we all lead into a place where for a time we exist alongside those super gods on stage.
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