“Smoke drifting up to the Dizzy Heights”…

Subjective, Seductive and Emotional…

One of the great things about having a blog, is to be able to share my thoughts, words and passion with people. Cyber people, strangers and people I have never met but still give me a sense of welcoming and community.

In this place, people accept me, with no questions asked. I can write from wherever the muse guides me and I can subject and project you to infinite versions of myself that you are never going to meet – even if I knew you in real life.

It’s a life with no judgement and a reality that requires no explanation.  I write, you like, you comment, or you don’t – it is as simple as that. On a good day, I hope I make people feel as I do, thrilled to be here – on a bad day, I just throw shit out there and see what sticks.

However, my bad days are always turned around by a kind comment or two, which strokes my ego or validates what I do. Like most who write, there are no amount of good comments that will make me view my words as anything other than just OK rambles.

I write for distraction. I write because at some point in my life, I realised just how much an effect words have had on my life journey thus far. Not just words, but music as well. That Devilish combination of killer lyrics and a haunting melody – I am jealous of anyone who can do it. Singer songwriter is really where it’s at.

Well, that and a hot looking guitar playing chick as per yesterday’s clip. But anyway, I digress. Where was I – yes, music. Subjective, seductive and emotional. Heals the soul they say. I agree. Not all music, but good music. Definition of “good” music – simply anything you find a connection with in my humble opinion.

It took me a long time in my life to realise the significance of those connections we make to songs. It took me a long time to appreciate that we could all listen to a song and not all connect in the same way. It took me a long time to realise that some people didn’t connect with a song I liked at all.

So I arrived late at the “growing up” party and I am not sure I can even claim to have got through the door yet. I now realise that not everyone shares my tastes, but I can still share my music tastes – only now with no expectations.

Over the course of these – wow – 278 posts, I have shared music with strangers. Some of the songs on here are deeply personal. Some so personal, even the connection to the words has had to be blurred or constructed in some way to not let even you, dear strangers see.

However, you will have noted that there is a central theme to the music choices and that is a singer songwriter from New Zealand called Neil Finn. Through Split Enz, Crowded House, The Finn Brothers, Pajama Club and solo work and for most of my life, he has been with me.

His words have soothed, comforted, inspired, and healed. Neil Finn has given me more in this world than many people I know. His music infected me at a young age and when the choice of the day was so much cooler, Finn and his band mates were taking residence in my soul.

Over the years and through my life’s challenges, his music has been the one constant I turn to. There has been a song for all occasions and there have been times when I unashamedly admit I clung onto his words as if they were a life raft. This last 18 month period that saw my father pass and some spectacular karma rain down upon me especially.

His live shows have the canny knack of making me feel alive. His mixture of charm, wit and kindness keep me coming back for more. Too many, today I was challenged to admit how many times I have seen him and I uttered a number in public – it was worth the shock value to see their faces alone.

Within the heady mix of live shows, come the Frenz community. The familiar faces that once were strangers. The people who it takes a while to get to know, starting with a nod and a recognition and then moving on to sharing stories, before becoming acquaintances and ending up a Frenz.

People who – a bit like here – just take you for what you are, no questions asked, no answers sought, but brought together by a common bond of love for artist and music. It’s not religion and it’s not a cult, but it has the feeling of something magical and one that elevates the soul.

Next week in London, I am drawn again. Neil Finn has a new CD out in February called “Dizzy Heights” and you have already heard two tracks on this blog. A third is below. If you so wish, you can consider to pre-order Neil Finn’s CD here – http://neilfinn.com/

Neil is bringing the string section to London led by Victoria Kelly – this is her blog  – http://victoriakellymusic.com/ and Victoria features on the below clip from a webcast the other week. It will now be my last gig of the year after I had to drop my December trip. But what a way to end the year and surrounded by good Frenz.

So, thanks for sticking by this ramble – I am perhaps still a little jetlagged, feeling in a bit of a reflective mood, but make no apologies other than this bloody youtube clip is out of sync – so please take 5 mins to close your eyes and let this wash over you. Normal service will resume tomorrow! This is “Dizzy Heights” – I hope you enjoy – I hope you find a connection – but the world is still a great place if you don’t and you are welcome here anytime!


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