A good story really can be something to feast on. Right now I am reading Sir Gibbie by George MacDonald and each sitting is like a little feast of good things. As well as being transported to a different time, place and world I am allowed to catch a glimpse of the glorious soul behind the story. It's gold.
And I have been listening to my friend Ben's last demo, Postcards from a garage. Many stories told, delicately shaped until they become songs, humorous and moving, lovely and light.
My favourite at the moment...
She was born with a fiddle on her chin
the imprint there for all to see
little calloused fingers and she gave herself
to the whisper of horsehair on steel.
While the papers complained of a retail lull
each roll and cut her hand knew well,
and her memories were like musical lines
and she walked the street in 4/4 time...
Is it all for nothing?
Is it all at stake?
What defines a person but the hammers we find
and the ground we break?
So pretty, so sad, such great questions...
Last night I was treated to a larger story in song. It was a history of temptation, and lasted 1hr 40mins. Needless to say lots was left out! But what was said was enchanting. I couldn't help but be caught up in the excitement of the tale.
I am part of a larger story - the story of of a broken but splendid humanity...
Go to Ben Scott's myspace music and have a listen.
www.myspace.com/bensong
or www.myspace.com/limeandsteel
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