The Caller: Song

Random Harmony

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 12:41:00 GMT

Three Types of Jazz in an open theater last night:

* Czech Republic…Five musicians...Each instrument played a whole different story...yet all gather to present a high tuned image of greatness.

The drummer stood out...he handled the sticks and hit the brass with tenderness and power I have never seen before. The sound of the beat differed...

The pianist was out of this world...staring at one spot down on the floor and simply out of this world...tapping and hitting those keys as if he's exchanging vibes of life and passion with the universe.

Not over describing but that what it all seemed like while they played such vivid music in open air...just heard passion and saw the sky.

Sax, Trumpet and base guitar players was as great...and they all shared 40 minutes of random harmony...actually it is amazing how music - just like thoughts sometimes- can melt into such emotional sheer existence...so soft and consistent yet holds in it so much randomness.

I could tell easily how much each musician improvised in his solo...it was also very nice to see an admiring smile on the other players faces watching their colleague improvise...as if they were told a little personal secret. Sharing a part of his soul.

* Ahmed Elsawy (zad)...Five musicians...won't even refer to any of them although the sax player is a master...but, Ahmed's voice and Oud playing blew me away.

I don't even remember when was the last time I heard an Egyptian with such a deep inartificial voice...so sensitive I actually had goose pumps and couldn't hold a tear …maybe two.

He sang contemporary Oriental/ Jazz suffi songs...amazing amazing feeling with as amazing Oud skills. The man had passion...the man gave a Jazz concert another taste and a different dimension. Definitely unique.

* Spain and Cuba...again, Five musicians...All are extraordinarily great...but, a contrabass (double bass) player who handles those huge strings the way that man did...as if he is playing around with the finest thread of silk is simply exceptional!!

First song was Cuban and couldn't really relate to it...not because of its origin but because it was...mere instrumental...I mean, it sounded lifeless to me although it had lots of rhythm.

Right after that their music became personal...from within...Improvising wasn't chaotic but I could sense it was originally written with a random flow of feelings.

Most beautiful of all was a song the composer (which is also the lead sax player) has written for his father...the most touching, moving, inspiring piece of heaven I've ever heard.

I could feel every note swaying with breeze into my heart...I was totally in ecstasy...

A world that has sense

Never again!

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 10:55:42 GMT

Listening to Kelly screaming: Never again...so powerfully, passionately and sharply yet filled with love...sore love, echoed in me a deeper meaning of the whole pain/ longing issue.

We either live "love" in a moment, day or year...some people live it forever.

Or take just a little sip of it...know what it tastes like to be walking on clouds and having a dancing heart...then it's all gone...

Right there and then, we either wait for a long lost love to return back to the warmth of our hearts...desperately, Or try to fill the void with half emotions...half hearts and a doped mind.

Some people are blessed...they get to have another chance, another sip...maybe indulge and recharge the power of the heart and passion for life through a new love.

And some people wait their whole lives for a certain image in their minds that they believe would deliver best the love they need...those, may spend their whole lives deprived.

The most painful thing is waiting...waiting for a heart that don't need you any more...that doesn't beat for you any more....waiting for someone mercy...humiliating i think.

The power in Kelly's voice and words are the let out of love...the anger is because of love burning inside...the pain is her fuel...it is not about negativity and the junk that people fill our heads with when they say that love is about this and that...and dictate what we do about it... as if hearts could be run by manuals and a guy in a yellow rain coat guiding us towards what's "best"...what's more reasonable...to others of course

It is right when it expresses each unique way...

and i relate to the song...not that i have a similar story...not really, but i can understand that screaming...the anger that wraps love...the strength that covers pain...

Hearing myself giving so much of my own towards love and feelings sounds corny at times.

but, I believe that life...this silly game...at the end of it...comes down to a man and a woman.

In different prespectives...maybe...but, it is all about that.

And all we truly need, to feel content and peaceful is some love and tenderness.

Even if at a moment it seems like: Never again!

Heart Wash

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 21:39:00 GMT

Sometimes I see your eyes love me

But wanting me is what broke me

Sometimes I relive my past with you

first was love...bitterness lasted too

I wish you'd feel more pain

I wish my love wasn't in vain

I hope you'd ache forever

I hope you'd find no pleasure

I know...I need...a heart wash

I feel...I need ...a heart wash

Remember when you forced your soul on me?

Remember when you acted so surreal?

Remember how i held you in my heart ?

Remember how you kissed it then throw it far!?!

I know you can't feel anything at night

I know you'll buy yourself someone tonight

I see you now thinking and smoking away

All feelings of any humanity you lived today

I know...I need...a heart wash

I feel...I need...a heart wash

I wish you'd cry every time you hear a love song

I wish you'd cry every time you feel you won't belong

I wish you die for a touch every minute you live

I wish you'd find no one who can forgive

I wish you'd feel lonely in every crowd

I wish you'd dream of me and say my name out loud

Can't hope for more

Can't feel but sore

Can't and won't be your toy

you'll always find my pain your joy

I know...I need...a heart wash

I feel...I need...a heart wash