I read a tweet the other day that said “October-November-December are like Friday-Saturday-Sunday of the year; don’t feel like getting anything done”. And I thought—you know what? No one has ever captured the sentiment that well. It’s spot on! So, I hope you are having a good ‘weekend’. If not, then fire your boss or something. I don’t know.
Sara, my girlfriend, learnt of this artist’s music recently. She played me some of her songs and they were good. So we went. We got drinks before the show; sat at a bar counter, ate chicken wings, got late and rushed. All as if it were 2019, you know, the gold old “old normal”.
Anyway, this Madisson girl sounded even
better live. She has an angelic voice and plays guitar with great proficiency. Extremely gifted. I became an instant fan. I was standing only a few metres in front of her and watched her guitar technique, not that I understand very much, but her dynamics were so beautiful. You couldn’t help but notice what the hell she was doing. The muting, picking, alternating loud and soft, fingers all across the fretboard. I watched her hold notes while singing with such ease, whether falsettos or chest voice, unwavering and pitch-accurate to a T. She didn’t struggle juggling the playing and singing either. Both seemed to function independently. She held the crowd’s attention with an even greater ease—no frills, no unnecessary talking, just great music. I later learnt that she’s had a Grammy nomination and even a shoutout from John Mayer himself (which is saying a lot, since the former seems easy to come by
And all this at 25. Her music and overall attitude
seems so much more mature for her age. “What was I doing at 25?”, I thought to myself. I was busy wondering if my hair looked good in a pony tail and trying my hardest to sound smart in front of my peers at filmschool… at 25.
But honestly, it felt very good to watch an artist perform while being at the cusp of very big things, and have such a great attitude to go with it. (She took no objection to a very drunk girl gyrating in the first row, much to everyone’s chagrin, who was at the cusp of something else altogether—barfing on stage.)
So many things go into making a person into who they are and what they make of their life. A lot of the things are beyond one’s control, but for the attitude. All through the concert, her attitude gleamed through. ‘She must want this really badly’, I thought. ‘This’ being singing her songs in front of a crowd willing to listen. It was visible throughout the show. It felt as though she would be doing this even if she didn’t have all that glory rushing towars her. She would do it no matter what. She must have her own struggles, but also an innate self-conviction—no matter what I make, there will be someone out there who will give it a go.
I felt inspired by her music and her attitude (that I had decided she had).
The world looks up to people who make, create, do; who take action, who put themselves out there. And it rewards you if you are any good. I often need to be reminded of this, as I was last night. Sometimes you need to take a step back, to understand what it is that you really want. You can keep getting inspired endlessly, but if it doesn’t make you do something, is it any good?
I hope to make something from all this inspiration.
I’ll see you next Sunday,
P.S. She played this beautiful song
about her late grandmother. About 150 inebriated people swayed in utter silence, completely enraptured. It made me miss my own ailing grandmother, who is thousands of kilometres away from me, frail and turning into a shadow of her former self. I hope you listen to the song.