June 8, 2014 by Robb Powell
We’re all born, live, laugh, lose, lament and love. Life throws the world your way and we get hit with whatever it throws. And as a musician, this is what I personally draw from be it my own life or those of others. Either way, good times or bad there’s always a song to be sung be it a celebration or a coping mechanism.
People (in the majority) are naturally competitive in some walk of life or another… but what happens when a musician falls for another to whom the pull of lyrics and music are equally everything to them?
I did this…
And it was a roller coaster situation that I’m itching to resolve.
In some ways it was marvellous. The passion and access of insight to that person, the ability to share the resonance of something that usually remains unique to the individual. The admiration of each other’s craft and the pride to simply see the other perform and occasionally perform alongside.
You support and encourage to go further because even if no one else in the world sees and understands… well, at least in your eyes they’re above the rest. Equal to this you learn and adore the person behind the performance, and so the shine of the idol wears to a normal individual.
But as you watch the beloved achieve two things can happen: competition or self-neglect. And they can both get you at different times. So, having both of these intermittently mixed with all the above mentioned positives a dangerous pattern can occur to cause confusion.
Don’t get me wrong this is not 100% true to everyone but I have been researching through the experience of others. If it works out, great! Consider yourself amongst the luckiest. If it doesn’t, not only do you lose a muse, friend, lover, companion and a different point of view but you lose a shared and celebrated passion, a student in some ways but also a teacher and finally what simply has become the other half of you.IIf it doesn’t, not only do you lose a muse, friend, lover, companion and a different point of view but you lose a shared and celebrated passion, a student in some ways but also a teacher and finally what simply has become the other half of you.
One becomes dislocated and disorientated as the beat that led your own pulse was the same of the other. Ambition to play either takes over or dissipates as to your music you can no more hear their words. Songs that were written are left unsung and those that once were possible are left unwritten.
Yes people are difficult even before matching passions are shared. And intimacies complicate things by no bounds. But, take my word in spite of the ghost I have become to my loss… I would return to the simplest of seconds or even those in our final moments just to bask in all that was shared and the world that had become ours.
And there is a reassurance to what was shared that plants them forever as those that are so frequently sung of… The ones that got away.