This is an attempt to connect dots; like a graphic puzzle, drawing a line from one number to the next an image appears.
ìt's about how something that happened on the other side of the world touched me and motivated me to write about something outside myself.
Even though apparently the goal was not reached in'89 a seed was planted - if it die...
This blog is also about how a plan (Ï want to be a musician") would open up the way to a destiny I could not foresee - it's about the long and winding road that would lead me here, to you.
It's about the Butterfly Effect -
YOU ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN (MY) MUSIC
(Are there Things More Important Than Music?)
1989 was a year to remember: the Berlin Wall came down, in China young people tried to move things around, for a better China and thus, for a better world.
In 1989 I also met the members of a local heavymetalband, Sons Of The Rain. Having heard me play on local radio they approached me and asked me to write material for them. We were worlds apart, but sometimes extremes do meet, we got together and played, improvising, so I could get the feel of their music. I was pleasently amazed at the wonderful mix of Fleetwood Mac, Metallica, U2 and other stuff they had turned into a genuine sound of their own; they played their own songs, the names are just an indication of wat it sounded like.
So I went home, excited but not really knowing what to write. We had conferred about this and agreed on the theme: Children & War. Just like the students in China they were young and idealistic. Then news began to seep through about Tienanmansquare, finally culminating in what we all remember: the 4th of June, the man in front of the tank...
It didn’t hit me at once, only by the end of ’89, when I saw a BBC documentary “The Gate Of Heavenly Peace” made by BBC Hongkong. My VCR in standbymode I recorded it – and saw history being made –
I watched it again and again, my daughters being the same age as these wonderful students and workers, I was totally impressed – it takes young people to turn things around, that much became clear to me.
Three things stuck by me after the countless times I watched this:
Cui Jian, performing on the square, singing his song “Nothing To My Name”. Subtitles helped to get the jist of his lyrics.
Chai Ling, she was 23 years old, in a long interview, concluding with the words:”Never forget what these children have done for you.”
Mrs. Ding Zilin, author and professor of Beijing University, speaking of the loss of her son Tien.
I couldn’t resist Cui’s music, based on his lyrics I wrote “Charcoal In The Snow”, and 11 songs followed, forming the concept titled “We Got Angels.”
Mrs. Ding Zilin’s story left a lasting impression, understanding that repercussions would certainly follow we decided to keep a lid on publishing for the time being, until we might receive notice that the most prominent students and their professors would be out of the woods ....
to be continued
My feelings about publishing here are hard to describe...ambivalence...when we write we open up, opening up we become vulnerable. I'm quite used to being attacked; mostly opposition plainly reveals the Truth about the opposition itself.
This is the first decision in years that took me longer than 10 seconds to take.
Being aware of the scrutiny our work may undergo I'll take the risk.
If it's not appreciated I will simply take it somewhere else. It's up to you, reader, if it continues here or anywhere else. Once commenced the Work can not be stopped.
Whatever you may decide, know that I love you - this is all I have -
I have Nothing.