When your life is as raw and mixed up as the scrambled eggs they make in our mess, you need solace somewhere.Alexi is the man.The daredevil blind-lawyer. The giver of justice and calm in times of crazy twisted darkness decending everywhere.
Living here I have a feeling of constant tiredness, like a wave who is tired of smashing against the rocks and never really reaching the shore. My beach is scatterd with ugly shells whose ugliness made the creatures inside them leave and never return. Dreams are mingled with the dirty sand, too sticky for comfort, to hard to build castles with.
At such a juncture, there is a tune that sticks in your head. A wafting smell of pure air in the stench of incompetence. Dillusion turns into a less desperate state of numbness. You breathe once more. The tune catches you by the hand and gets you out of the bog you are sinking in and puts you on cold hard land. But land nevertheless. I am sitting and writing this, taking a holiday. Digging my heels in the dirt, stopping, slowing.
Alexi is singing me a soft song, the cells in my head are rearranging themselves to their optimum configuration.
I may not like much that is around me, but at least inside me, the garden is flourishing once more, nourished by music.
Thank you Bob Dylan and Mr.Murdoch for bringing me back. In the liner notes of Simon and Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits the guy writes that music is the background score to our lives. I agree, but I think it goes beyond just that. It sometimes shapes and twirls and jitterbugs our lives and above all makes us feel the way we want to.
Alexi Murdoch – All of my days [mp3]
Alexi Murdoct – Blue mind [mp3]
Bob Dylan – All I really want to do [mp3]







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