All Things Must Pass!

All Things Must Pass!

Not that long ago, like everyone else, I continually could not wait for the yearly summer months to arrive. Somehow willing winter darkness to pass double-quick, while eye-balling the calendar with the greatest hope that season changes would pass in the blink of an eye.
That began when I was a kid, and while summer in Glasgow could not guarantee all the good things associated, like sunshine, ice-cream, and day trips at the beach – although I somehow recall there being enough of all that around – it could nevertheless guarantee lengthy school holidays and the longest – lasting evenings that were full of Northern light.
No longer willing time to pass, I veer towards willing it to somehow slow down. I am sounding like my Grandad now, this I know. But that comes natural when you first realise that you have much less time to do all the things that you would love to do. But that is the way it is, so I enjoy, and accept the time presently – all things must, and will pass – in its own time. Right?
With less than a month to go until the first show of our summer shows, I am nevertheless looking forward to the months ahead, if not exactly wishing for them to come sooner. Our bags will be getting packed soon enough all the same. But then again it is not what we have in our bags that will count when it is time to get up on stage. No, it is more about what we have in our hearts, and what we still desire to make of ourselves during the precious hours we spend out there in the open-air, attempting to justify a live reputation that has (mostly) flattered for longer than we can recall.
Music sounds great in the open air, no doubt, about it, or it does in my opinion. With less walls etc for the sound to bounce off or get deflected, you can feel more of the true source of the music .
But that is not the only benefit. For example, watching and listening to Patti Smith in the Teatro Greco, Taormina was an unforgettable concert experience. But perhaps it was the silvery stars, set within the black velvet sky above, that made it even more so.
Jim Kerr