For years I have had this kind of talent so to speak that when I hear music I often see a vision in my mind of a specific location. I can fully move around in the space and see what I want to see. I do not decide what I will see, it comes up to me unexpectedly. I have noticed it pops up in certain songs of Idols (don’t worry full review of the album and Bludfest are also still coming) and for the first time I want to try and describe what I see and feel. I have this skill with certain perfumes, oils, herbs and incenses as well.
The song that first conjured up a mental image was Change. So here is what I see, feel and know when I listen to the song.
Catskill’s Resort, New York 1984, summer
A warm summers night, walking in an abandoned resort… overgrown and empty yet with a feeling of familiarity…
Coming across an old bandstand, there is a small discoball hanging of a beam. Searching for a lightswitch hoping for some luck…crossing the creaking wood to an old table nearby seeing a cream coloured recordplayer on top. A switch on a nearby beam gets flicked and the small discoball begins to spin creakily casting flakes of light everywhere. Since there is electricity, the record gets pulled out of the white sleeve and carefully placed on the player. The needle is dropped and after a few cracks the music starts to play.
Moving towards the centre of the bandstand slowly spinning in a circle with outstretched arms with closed eyes. As the familiar lyrics fill the air a small cold breeze sweeps by…
Sitting down under the light pulling up knees and squeezing eyes close… listening intently trying to find meaning. Tears start flowing unable to contain the emotions any longer, looking up and screaming into the void, tired of everything being the same yet everything changing all at once.
Thunder rolls and lightening strikes to matches the mood and the smell of burnt pine.
Standing up, windswept, swaying to the music, understanding each word, feeling it pulsate in veins everywhere. Quiet resignation, outspoken defiance. Both dueling to be felt. Have the wild faced desire…
Echoing yells reverberate all around. Quietly walking away in the rain as the record seems to catch and ticks away in the distance…and the flakes of light cast eerie shadows all around.