There is a part of my personality I do not understand. It is almost like another person. This person might shout at a stranger or ignore the glance of a friend. It might make me speak out of turn in the street or make me feel like I do not even recognise myself anymore. This thing is called anger.
The notion of anger is a calming sensation as the storm eventually subsides and disappears. It is like a fire that eventually dies out. It is the human personality. The mind can take on a lot of things. It can take on ideas of pain and sadness; it can ride along positive waves of euphoria. It can take on a lot. It can take on too much. Greed, worry, anger and survival are all key ingredients to this idea. Desire, passion and the want to feel needed fuel the fire to keep us alive and happy. We do not survive in the traditional sense anymore. We survive in different ways. It is easy to lose this sensation of yourself with this plethora of emotions. It is not easy to tame.
When we were children we would lash out but it was harmless but as we grow older out actions have more consequence. We are more powerful now.
The sensation that music can create this wave or at least project the sadness or emotions of another human being is remarkable. Music can block out the senses and make you feel as if you are somewhere else, someone else even. It is a point where you just immerse yourself in something, then surface once the sounds stop. The river takes me as the perfect metaphor takes on our whole concept of living. Don’t let the river take me, I hear. A voice with such gruff and heart felt chords. It is more than a feeling. It is an experience. Every note they sing touches every bone in our body. We feel cold. A chill arises behind our necks. We are living.
We are accepting and losing; we are winning and getting by. We are doing all right.
We might sir-cum to greed, revel in loss and sweep up with utter joy. We cannot control feeling entirely.
We might boogie and shake out snake hips. We might smash something by accident. But when the chaos finally gives up its reign we are left as people. The people we were when we were children before we knew any of this bullshit we learn as adults. Our heartbeats slow down. Breathing resumes to ordinary pace. We close our eyes.
For the chaos has a sell by date and cannot roar forever. Silence will eventually commence. Don’t let the river take me, don’t let it sweep your feet and let the water immerse your body. Like anything life is designed to throw a whole heap of challenges at you. They are merely stumbling blocks. After time they become stepping-stones.
Calmness always prevails and eventually wins and all the greed and deceit passes and we are just the same person we were when we were children. With no responsibility and no care for the pointless and damaging aspects of life. That’s who we always were just sometimes it is forgotten. As silence passes the track numbers stop and you realise the whole time you were listening to music. You were listening to an album that you never really thought would ever get made. But you also realise how lucky you were to understand and live with sounds that no one has heard but the maker. Made with complete passion and desire, obsessive hours as the dog licks our ear as you play or picks up a bone and clatters the wooden flooring. This is the music made by one of the most talented musicians I’ve ever had the pleasure to hear. His way with the guitar and music is the most organic thing I’ve ever seen or felt. It is the complete experience and cures any woes you might feel as you progress through life. It is the cure to the world around us when it begins to crumble down.
This text is in reference to Gospel an album currently in production. You can see Kris's work here.