Silent Lucidity

A re-posting to get in another chapter and link to my photo gallery (link is on front page).

This was from an April 2004 show of LucidMusic artist Christine and Company performing live on WSTWs Hometown Heroes:
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The live radio show the other night was awesome.

I was photographer for the evening. I love taking pictures, both still and moving, but love even more being inside something, as an outsider. I was in the studio, but not playing, not singing, not interviewing: I was just there, snapping memories. Recording. Experiencing. Noticing things that I wouldn’t have noticed from the inside. Reporting back to others.

I think, somehow, this is always my job in life- beneath the surface. Maybe when I lay awake at night, thinking, writing about my day, my thoughts, replaying images, I’m actually working my metaphysical job.

Christine had her acoustic, Todd was on drums, Rachel sang backing, Steve played bass and OD’s beloved Greg played keys. Steve and Greg were plugged direct to the mix, and since I had no headphones, I couldn’t hear them. I could hear the occasional snapping of Steve strings, and Greg’s keys clicking up and down. Greg was swaying and moving as always, but in silence- like a muted movie. A silent keyboardist; how unusual!

When Christine passed a solo to him, she used her facial expressions to say ‘Ok, Greg, this solo is yours.’ Greg kicked in, leaned into every note a little more, his arms and hands became more animated, head nodded up and down, then glanced back at Christine toward (what must be, according to their faces,) the end of his solo. A few more nods verified the transition back to vocals; Christine smiled and nodded ‘Good job!’ Greg reflected back ‘Thanks!’

They reacted synchronistically to something mysterious to my silence: inside the scene, but denied my sense of hearing. Knowing the song, I imagined the solo. But what if I didn’t even know what music was?

Without the advantage of one of our senses, the others appear to interact mystically. This must be what ESP is like to us- limited to just 5 senses (most of the time).