Hello my pretties,
How was your Christmas? Get everything your little hearts
desired, or simply relied on those tight false smiles with the high pitched
“thank you it’s what I’ve always wanted!”. And New Year? Did you welcome 2016
with drunken promises of a new you and all that cliché babble?
It seems the theme of all my opening paragraphs are
apologetic for being somewhat AWAL and absent from entertaining you with my
amusing anecdotes and opinions. But with the festivities going on it’s safe to
say I’ve been a little preoccupied. Then with the deaths of legends such as
Lemmy and Bowie I’ve been in mourning of some of the most influential
people to have walked this Earth. I mean let’s take Bowie, to those who know me
know how fascinated I am with the ideas of stage personas and how characters
can be enhanced through theatricality to bring albums to life. Bowie was the
first lead I have into the music world after I had picked up a guitar. ‘Space
Oddity’ was the first song I learnt to play and perform; I remember being in
Year Six (for my international readers out there that would have been about the
age of 10) and being ever so proud that I had nailed the quick chordal changes
in the small exotic bridge after “planet
Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do”; and just being desperate to
show someone.
This man shaped the performer I would come to be, but also
the type of songwriter I am today. Now I’m not saying that without David Bowie I
wouldn’t be a songwriter or musician, I’m simply saying that he helped me fall
in love with theatricality and how effective it can be during performance; and
how writing as characters is far more interesting then writing everyday love
songs.
So Mr. Jones, I raise my glass to you.
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