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Aug 21, 2008
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blissed and
November 8, 2007, 9:23 pm - ainanna
*still blissing...*
liquid blue guitars flow a cross
gold honeycomb walls
melting.
catching breath
hearts drum
belle
beats
*struck speechless until at least saturday.*
and blessed...very blissed.
and love.
The Pumpkins came to play with us in the Piscean city of Greene, the healing water city with deep underground networking streams. Home to revolutionary blues and rebel reds alike. Railroads above and underground.
They blew into the Gate City on the winds of social changes already stirring these times of heightening contradictions. Yet amidst these worst droughts emerged deep fresh springs coupled with a crisp awakening autumn chill, as if to say, “I am arrived.”
Inside the War Memorial Auditorium we came for music and each other, and in different ways perhaps, to commemorate, create, a future-now present-time when all war is, indeed, an anguishing past history from which we have moved forward and beyond.
I arrived amidst Explosions in the Sky, moving into a space of energy and tone already set by audience and artist together. It was a soothing one, fluid and liquid, without words – and bringing together the blend of very different elements – languaging in other waves of sound, light, and senses. Those who chose to be present merged in bliss – and even others engaged socially in conversation with each other, seemed to merge as well with the resonance that enveloped. All was in flow across the crowds, the music taming any savage beasts we had brought (with or within us), now surrendered in the moment.
The Pumpkins arrived on the stage unpretentiously and humble.
There seemed to be a delicate opening restraint from each of them – perhaps a needed one cultivated by artists who strive to be open and sensitive to the energy emerging from the greater experience with the audience. Unpredictable, subtle, mysterious. To be alert and open to that, to not impose a preconceived “performance” is a gift, and seems to require a humility with a playful, improvisational consciousness that lets go of ego and plays lightly with personas to allow this mysterious energy in, to play through us.
A new orientation of being – like that Cornel West describes – that merges a blues sensibility about life with a responsive and improvisational jazz and hope. An idealistic-realism, working together to create something new, something needed.
And it rose and came through. The “god’s energy took hold." Created.
It arrived.
And discovered great pleasure and enjoyment in “being experienced.”
Coming to ask and invite us in music, “Are you?”
(to be continued and experienced later too.)
Zeitgeist opened with a strange familiar, yet unidentifiable, opening show tune (not the other two that I have heard throughout the tour). As with the Spirit of any age, carried along, all becomes strangely familiar, and what was familiar strange. Entering a deep space where some may fear to tread, (others of us have no choice about it), we crossed over into the waves of cherub rock. A close friend, and guitarist, describes what its like to embody the unique cherub rock “chords,” comparing the rolling movement to a sufi trance-like oceanic dance of hands, and hips. Since imagining this, I now feel music differently as well, so to speak, as the one who is creating and embodying it.
This night, no less.
Moving with Drown to Bring the Light the band uncovered the flow with the audience and within and among themselves. The audience, never seated from my view, caught up in the movement to find the subterranean rhythm, and often creatively responsive without the initiatory call from Corgan – a surprise which seemed to catch him off guard, and quite please him at the same time. Particularly surreal moments of this appeared early during Bring the Light for what was to come.
(to be continued and experienced later too.)
oh! a great piece by Parke Puterbaugh
http://news-record.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071110/NRSTAFF/711100303
liquid blue guitars flow a cross
gold honeycomb walls
melting.
catching breath
hearts drum
belle
beats
*struck speechless until at least saturday.*
and blessed...very blissed.
and love.
The Pumpkins came to play with us in the Piscean city of Greene, the healing water city with deep underground networking streams. Home to revolutionary blues and rebel reds alike. Railroads above and underground.
They blew into the Gate City on the winds of social changes already stirring these times of heightening contradictions. Yet amidst these worst droughts emerged deep fresh springs coupled with a crisp awakening autumn chill, as if to say, “I am arrived.”
Inside the War Memorial Auditorium we came for music and each other, and in different ways perhaps, to commemorate, create, a future-now present-time when all war is, indeed, an anguishing past history from which we have moved forward and beyond.
I arrived amidst Explosions in the Sky, moving into a space of energy and tone already set by audience and artist together. It was a soothing one, fluid and liquid, without words – and bringing together the blend of very different elements – languaging in other waves of sound, light, and senses. Those who chose to be present merged in bliss – and even others engaged socially in conversation with each other, seemed to merge as well with the resonance that enveloped. All was in flow across the crowds, the music taming any savage beasts we had brought (with or within us), now surrendered in the moment.
The Pumpkins arrived on the stage unpretentiously and humble.
There seemed to be a delicate opening restraint from each of them – perhaps a needed one cultivated by artists who strive to be open and sensitive to the energy emerging from the greater experience with the audience. Unpredictable, subtle, mysterious. To be alert and open to that, to not impose a preconceived “performance” is a gift, and seems to require a humility with a playful, improvisational consciousness that lets go of ego and plays lightly with personas to allow this mysterious energy in, to play through us.
A new orientation of being – like that Cornel West describes – that merges a blues sensibility about life with a responsive and improvisational jazz and hope. An idealistic-realism, working together to create something new, something needed.
And it rose and came through. The “god’s energy took hold." Created.
It arrived.
And discovered great pleasure and enjoyment in “being experienced.”
Coming to ask and invite us in music, “Are you?”
(to be continued and experienced later too.)
Zeitgeist opened with a strange familiar, yet unidentifiable, opening show tune (not the other two that I have heard throughout the tour). As with the Spirit of any age, carried along, all becomes strangely familiar, and what was familiar strange. Entering a deep space where some may fear to tread, (others of us have no choice about it), we crossed over into the waves of cherub rock. A close friend, and guitarist, describes what its like to embody the unique cherub rock “chords,” comparing the rolling movement to a sufi trance-like oceanic dance of hands, and hips. Since imagining this, I now feel music differently as well, so to speak, as the one who is creating and embodying it.
This night, no less.
Moving with Drown to Bring the Light the band uncovered the flow with the audience and within and among themselves. The audience, never seated from my view, caught up in the movement to find the subterranean rhythm, and often creatively responsive without the initiatory call from Corgan – a surprise which seemed to catch him off guard, and quite please him at the same time. Particularly surreal moments of this appeared early during Bring the Light for what was to come.
(to be continued and experienced later too.)
oh! a great piece by Parke Puterbaugh
http://news-record.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071110/NRSTAFF/711100303