Stephen Simmonds
Recently this site has been looking a bit Zen. People ask me what's goin3g on but like I said earlier, I seem to have lost my mojo. I've been feeling mis-placed in Sweden, my father is dangerously ill and my mother is waiting for a rather nasty operation. All in all, these are tumultuous times, and this is not the kind of blog where I pour my heart out. I'm not that narcissistic yet.
One thing that has inspired me recently was a Stephen Simmonds gig. I'm not going to launch into lengthy descriptions. The gig was mostly acoustic. There was ample energy and fun going on and he had to give three encores and got 200+ Swedes to get up and sheik der bhouty. That's an accomplishment any day of the week right there. Then the keyboardist was great too. He needs to be mentioned. Something about a grinning black dude with a hat on behind an organ... Can't help but appreciate it even if he wasn't such a damn fine player.
Now I've posted one song by Stephen
earlier, and thanks to Arno who introduced me to him I've been a long standing follower of the man. However this gig made me think and rethink his qualities as a musician and entertainer. So far he's made three albums that I know of, Spirit Tales, Alone and For Father, and I can recommend you run off and buy some, and catch him live if you got the chance. But I'll spare you further hogwash on this, and I'll just post one more of his songs. This one made a particular impression on me.
For Father
Words I thought but never said,
keeping me here in my bed
From now on to the end of time,
they're prisoners in my mind
Lord I'm so tired I walk in the dark
I sing the saddest song, cos here I'm nothing
Lord I'm so tired, Lord I'm so lost
Let me go beyond, cos here I'm nothing
I know you feel like you don't belong,
When all that you had is gone
I know you think that you're all alone,
but that doesn't make it so
It feels like nothing matters at all anymore
I escape but can't ignore
I've never been hurt like this before
You're a part of who I am
It's so clear now I understand
Words unsaid and things undone,
An ending when you just begun
It feels like nothing matters at all any more,
It's like nothing matters at all
And I'm tired of holding on
Being right, being wrong
It's like nothing matters at all any more,
It's like nothing matters at all
Posted by Chris at November 28, 2005 11:56 AM