She said yes,
the glass of the pyramid shone brighter,
just like her eyes, and the Winged Victory smiled
benevolent from her faceless body,
wings spread and ready to fly.
The lock shines under a moonless garden,
its key buried in their hearts.
And the poet in her heart stepped into the light
No longer hidden, the question answered
To be forever, and never not to be
Last night I was side kick on Into The Mirror Black, next to my wonderful DJ Morgana. We had an interview with Arjen Lucassen and a showcase of the forthcoming Ayreon album The Source. I had a great time, we had a great time – and we’ll do this again.
Does that mean my own show will stop? No, of course not. But there will be some changes in other areas. My reviews have become very infrequent and that is how I feel about reviewing right now: I’d rather enjoy the music and write she. I feel like it, without the pressure of ‘having to deliver’. So there will be a few more soon, for Background Magazine, but after that I’ll go back to doing it on my own. No pressure, and only do it when I feel like. And as for the 100 words? That will stay, because it’s a nice way of writing about the essence of things. And it allows people to get an idea of a album, and then go straight to the music.
So, leaving planet Alpha and on to planet Y, for a new dawn. Not through the black hole, but Into The Mirror Black….
On March 17
In a country bright green
Where music is sacred
And always has been
The party commences
The fiddlers stand tall
Guitars matching voices
Their sound thrills the air
I’ve never been there
But I hear what it’s like
When I close my eyes
And imagine I’m there
People are drinking
The weather is nice
And I hold your hand
My girl with St. Patrick’s Day eyes
Sun on the flower,
above the fairy
Reaching up from the shadows
A watch not ticking,
over a hat
My hands entangled in blue
A memory to recreate
The road is long, uneven
And traveling it takes time
Yet with every move we make
We eat away distance, and time
Eventually we’ll get there,
if we keep our goal in mind
And we will know our time has come
When we’re pulling up the blankets
and goodbye becomes goodnight
First time I heard Aisles was on their dark concept album 4:45AM. With Hawaii, they deliver another 80 minute concept album, about a group of human colonies surviving after the earth is destroyed. Musically it’s a very interesting mix of melodic symphonic rock, transferring the sound of the 70s and 80s to a 21st century sound. There is no lack of musicianship in this band, and Angel is one of the best vocalists I know. Highlights for me: jazz rock infused The Poet, and the wonderful, very melodic, symphonic rock pieces CH-7 and Pale Blue Dot. Progressive Rock lives in Chile.
At times the past gets in your way
Rolling out it’s evil play
Tears and anger
Things that can’t be changed
Don’t go looking for escapes
‘Cause all to do is just remember
In the end, the only way
Is onward, forward…
Well…. 2016 wasn’t exactly the most fun I’ve seen in the past almost 44 years. A year to forget in many respects – personal, relational and musical. It also had an ending I’d rather have not seen.
However, there’s a bright star I found in 2016 that I intend to follow in 2017. And that will make 2017 a much better year than 2016. So, I’ll be brief and just wish you all the best for the coming year, and see you all on what will be a wonderful trip.
Tja…. 2016 was niet het mooiste van de afgelopen bijna 44 jaar voor mij. Een jaar om te vergeten in veel opzichten, persoonlijk, relationeel en muzikaal. Het had ook een einde dat ik liever niet had gezien.
Maar, ik heb in 2016 ook een ster gevonden om te volgen in 2017. Die gaat van 2017 een mooier jaar maken dan 2016. Dus ik hou het kort en wens jullie allemaal het allerbeste voor het komende jaar, en tot ziens op deze mooie reis.
The waters of life may be shallow
Or as the wide green sea, so deep
As I tried to swim in both, the difference
I know. It makes me want to keep
The things found in the ocean,
Hidden, brought to light
The water salt. But sweet
The memories of August
When life is full of darkness and the sun is hard to find
the stars become invisible, your dreams pitch black at night.
Buried in this darkness, with tears that cloud your eyes,
it’s hard to see a future and the ones who reach their hand.
Yet even without seeing, can the helping hands be felt,
the spirits make you suffer, but always with a cause.
From darkness stretch your arms, and you will find support,
a heart to help you find the bright blue sky again.
Let the slayer of illusions kill your nightmares
And the angel be your dawn…