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[awesomeness] is the memory of awesomeness
December 24th, 2009
after the show, originally uploaded by s t e r n f a h r e r.
after the show, originally uploaded by s t e r n f a h r e r.
The show’s over.
The curtain drops.
The lights go out.
All lights but one.
A spotlight
at the center of the stage.
That one still burns.
The light is the memory
of the performance that was;
the rumble of drums,
the growl of guitars;
of thousands swaying to the beat.
The show’s over,
but the memory remains.
Tags: awesomeness, memory, Music, Rock, spotlight
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[awesomeness] is a mindset November 6th, 2009
![[awesomesness is a mindset]](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/4080192106_d4e24d2290.jpg)
God is in the details.
The Devil is in the details.
A duality?
It’s a matter of outlook, I think, a matter of approach.
One looks to the heavens, for it sees no line on the horizon, but a canvas to paint its destiny on. The other cowers in fear, always fearing mistakes, never seeing the beauty of the horizon, or the canvas of providence in the heavens above.
It is not that one or the other precludes success, but rather defines how you get to it; and what you feel when you get there. Whether you feel this is just the beginning – a platform amidst the stars to soar to even greater heights; or whether you feel relief from having reached the end.
A subtle chain of countless rings,
the next unto the farthest brings.
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reflections of a bored post-modernist
May 26th, 2009
confessions of a bored post modernist, originally uploaded by s t e r n f a h r e r.
the band is on stage. sound check is over with. the lights fade out. a spotlight illuminates a little, where all was once light. the drummer starts a marching beat. the bass kicks in. half the concert is actually over. the lead guitarist and vocalist stepped out for a smoke half-way through the performance. the bassist steps out now. it’s just the drums.
the audience is listening, the audience is watching. this wasn’t part of the script, but it is. there’s an IPL game going on at the other end of the room. well, it was. this was weeks ago. i’m sitting three tables down from the stage. i’m sipping a Long Island Iced Tea. not really my drink of choice, but then again, i’m a little phlegmatic towards drink selection today, and i’m focused on the music anyways.
the drum solo continues. someone shouts out for Rock On (by the drummer, are you kidding me?) someone else shouts out for Moby Dick (the Led Zeppelin track, not the whale. probably). people are shouting for the rest of the band to get back into the venue and on stage, the drummer’s shouting, too! the Rajasthan Royals are back in the game. against Mumbai. pity, really, i like both teams.
‘guys, get back in here’ shouts the drummer. they’re outside. they can’t hear him. ‘keep going’ shouts the audience. they’re loving it. they were here for a performance. they’re getting one. scripted, or maybe unscripted. who knows? the band comes back on stage. they’ve got to play another hour. they invite friends on stage to perform.
this is not quite a rockshow. it’s not quite a performance. it’s not quite a cricket match. it’s not quite a dinner. it’s not quite an evening out. it’s not quite a rockshow. it just is. definable, undefinable.
there are no questions, but one, no answers but one.
are you entertained?
yes.
confessions of a bored post modernist, originally uploaded by s t e r n f a h r e r.
the band is on stage. sound check is over with. the lights fade out. a spotlight illuminates a little, where all was once light. the drummer starts a marching beat. the bass kicks in. half the concert is actually over. the lead guitarist and vocalist stepped out for a smoke half-way through the performance. the bassist steps out now. it’s just the drums.
the audience is listening, the audience is watching. this wasn’t part of the script, but it is. there’s an IPL game going on at the other end of the room. well, it was. this was weeks ago. i’m sitting three tables down from the stage. i’m sipping a Long Island Iced Tea. not really my drink of choice, but then again, i’m a little phlegmatic towards drink selection today, and i’m focused on the music anyways.
the drum solo continues. someone shouts out for Rock On (by the drummer, are you kidding me?) someone else shouts out for Moby Dick (the Led Zeppelin track, not the whale. probably). people are shouting for the rest of the band to get back into the venue and on stage, the drummer’s shouting, too! the Rajasthan Royals are back in the game. against Mumbai. pity, really, i like both teams.
‘guys, get back in here’ shouts the drummer. they’re outside. they can’t hear him. ‘keep going’ shouts the audience. they’re loving it. they were here for a performance. they’re getting one. scripted, or maybe unscripted. who knows? the band comes back on stage. they’ve got to play another hour. they invite friends on stage to perform.
this is not quite a rockshow. it’s not quite a performance. it’s not quite a cricket match. it’s not quite a dinner. it’s not quite an evening out. it’s not quite a rockshow. it just is. definable, undefinable.
there are no questions, but one, no answers but one.
are you entertained?
yes.
Tags: Dinner, Friends, Not Just Jazz By The Bay, philosophy, reflections, Rock, theater of the absurd, Workshop
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