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This was sent to the Raft list, and should be read by all.
Ok, maybe I've been saving this post up for a long time, biding my time to unleash it
to the unsuspecting fellowship that resides on this list. I've been on here since before
BSS and have seen the different movements of opinion, chatter, banter shift and slide
like the tides which move and flow with each passing hour. The inevitability of change
is what makes this list what it is. It is what makes music (good pure music) what it
is. It is what makes life what it is.
Evolution of styles but a constant of passion.
Thus, I have stayed on here watching, reading as it provides great entertainment as
well as useful information concerning the next move of those I feel a unique bond for
(only losing faith once signing off for a couple of days, i missed you all though and
had to come back as soon as possible). I am essentially reinforcing the view that the
variety of material expressed here makes it the entertaining thing it is. Wouldn't it
be extremely dull if all the posts were just like this one, or that every single one
was ticket information (important as each part is). The sum is greater as it's parts
(as Plato's Utopian society would want us to believe. His goal-- "to teach people to
love what is beautiful."
To answer a recent question posed-- Why do I personally love The Verve?
Picture a dark, dank cave. All you can hear is the faint dripping of moisture
condensing on the ceiling and falling effortlessly to the ground. All around may be
extremely familiar to you as you may have been sitting there for a long time and your
mind has become dulled by the apparent lack of activity that surrounds you. However,
slowly but surely, a shaft of light comes from above. Is this devine? It certainly is. Beyond
your own personal comprehension. Maybe it's too good, you tell yourself you've
seen it all before. Have you? Look again. Your reaction is thought to be
spontaneous but is it preordained, too much a symptom of the dull world you see before
you . The darkness seemingly without end. Yet the shaft remains there. It grows and
grows and as it does so your acceptance or willingness to accept it does too. Other
shafts too protrude now and because of your loss of trepidation, you willingly throw
yourself into the light, climbing into it, embracing the many strands that you see
before you, shining down on you. Some dim, some fade, others explode, but there is one
constant...
What's your constant? What are the many strands of light you embrace? Do
you feel compelled to become a part of the light itself?
Speak and Sing...
Stephen.
(Read Alex Garland's "The Beach." The emotions of
tainted beauty are expressed quite well there).
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