Tuesday, January 24, 2006
an odd sort of neverland
every little kid who's seen Peter Pan tries to picture Neverland, how it would feel to fly, to meet the Lost Boys & follow them along as they chase Indians, or explore the island, freely with all the reckless delight of a child who knows no bounds..I feel as if I met the Lost Boys quite recently, not to imply that they were 'lost' or even children..but more like men who've undertaken an adventure, quite like the Lost Boys of Neverland, where all their childlike qualities are evoked by their symphony...seeing the band "Anathallo" in concert for the 2nd time was an adventure in itself...to hear them play is not simply to hear a band, or to hear some music, but to watch music be deciphered & perhaps painted quite beautifully right before one's eyes...from battered old trumpets to dented pans to chains to piano, it felt like watching children who had mastered these instruments as grown men but refused to corner their worth & instead released their sound with cherished appeal, mixed with the appropriate volume of their own eager voices...at times I felt that I was standing before Heaven in that the music itself seemed to speak of the fragilty of man amidst God's majesty, a majesty offered to a childlike will, to compel a curiousity of God's wonder found within the music...I should not neglect Wendy of course....she stood out in a way from her band of boys, seemingly as peaceful as her character required..yet her eager hands did not fail to dance from one instrument to the next, her voice rising to accompany the sound...in all..I walked away with a fascination of one who has glimpsed a fairytale, hoping to be invited back once more...a fairytale deriving from the fairytale-norm to celebrate God in all His glory...I found it utterly refreshing...
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Thanks for the CD cuz, I am looking forward to listening to it tonight...and seeing this article in print in Cannon 25!
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