The Nature Of The Game…
The plan for the day was simple: dive, dive, dive, deeper, deeper, deeper, and overdubs (which is recording different instruments separately in the studio). So it was a wonderful way for me to dwell on a song that had to be on the record for me. Its working title is “Stranger To Us All”, exploring the concept of losing the elusive perspective one might have on the control of existence, the fear of missing out, high-energy resistance, and the constant struggles between time and dystopian reality. There are a whole lot of emotional layers involved in that pure musical moment but, I guess, thinking about it now, I had the sensation that it’s about mental illness and struggling with a longing desire to fit in, to look normal, if unable to be… to beat the odds of the time you may have to do so. There’s a wonderful uplift in resilience as much as there’s an empowering evolvement in letting go, which doesn’t have anything to do with surrendering or capitulating. On the contrary, it’s about the freedom to be, to constantly reinvent yourself, no matter what is happening around you, as the real journey is always within yourself… And if it’s true, you then have the ability to defeat the nature of time. You can transcend what is defined by others as being real or not, worthy or not, tangible or not… It’s allowing our spiritual essence to outgrow the “world” that has deprived our spirit of dreaming beyond the structure and limitations of the “perceptible” and “material” shackles we are granting our fears to chain our minds to the physical realm of what we have made of consciousness or reality.
So how does it translate in the context of a band? Good question. The short answer: “Dive dive, dive, deeper, deeper, deeper”. As for the long answer, well, I believe it can only be answered when you get to a point in your life where your inner peace reaches a sort of balanced harmony with the raging chaos that keeps on growing in your life. Then, I guess, the distance traveled through our conformities and transgressions is the slight beginning of an answer… I don’t know, yet.
O sun of real peace! O hastening light!
O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for!
O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height –
and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend!
O so amazing and broad – up there resplendent, darting and burning!
O vision prophetic, stagger’d with weight of light! with pouring glories…
-Walt Whitman
O Sun Of Real Peace – 1871
O sun of real peace! O hastening light!
O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for!
O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height –
and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend!
O so amazing and broad – up there resplendent, darting and burning!
O vision prophetic, stagger’d with weight of light! with pouring glories…
-Walt Whitman
O Sun Of Real Peace – 1871