I had a discussion with a good friend of mine not long ago about what a performance is – and why we are drawn to it – both as performers and as members of an audience. She told me that it was a way for us to let out all of the pent up love and emotion that we have inside and maybe, just maybe, have it reflected back, even if just a little bit. It was an awkward moment then, as she said that. I didn’t know what to take it for; how does a conversation about prepping for a performance turn to such as flighty thing as love? She didn’t give me any more explanation, the moment simply past and we continued singing whatever it was we were singing.
But it has stuck with me, that notion of a performance being an expression of love.
Kinda weird, I know, and more than a little sappy sounding, but it doesn’t have to be. Think of it – ancient greek has more than fifteen words for the idea of love; we only have one. Aren’t we missing something in that concept? Why should we use the same word to describe how we feel about our family, and something like a job, or a song, or whatever.
Maybe if we stopped for a minute, we’d see more of the ways that expressions of something we can’t quite define are affecting us, and recognize them for what they are.
Anyways, it’s the sneak preview tonight for this show, and I can’t wait to feel the tension in the air, the moment before the sounds of music reach out across the void…
Yea, I just can’t wait to get back on stage again.
I love it.
more later – joel