When I was younger, I often remarked to my Dad that in order to make certain that there would be sufficient energy to run a home, all one would have to do would be to hook up a generator to the handle of the refrigerator. (We had a family of ten at the time.) I estimated that the boost of power the generator would get each time the door opened and closed could keep it going indefinitely. The refrigerator is certainly an appliance that gets a lot of use! And one knows basically what to expect from a refrigerator. It is a common appliance that usually behaves itself.
I could say the same thing about most of the music around us today. That is, that it is fairly common within its genre and I pretty much know what to expect when I open any given “door” in order to get some goodies. I don’t have to be fully awake. I don’t have to be fully engaged. I can rummage through the fridge with my eyes half-shut and my mind mostly somewhere else.
Which leads me to “Dear DA”.
Once, years ago, I posted a comment that went something like this:
“Listening to DA is kind of like a surreal trip to the refrigerator in the middle of the night. I know I am hungry for something, not sure what. So, I trundle along, shuffling into the kitchen expecting maybe – something I might have forgotten about or overlooked. Or something I remember that there might be more of, if not already snapped up by others.
The lights are dim, comfortable.
Then I open the fridge.
And instead of a small, unobtrusive refrigerator bulb to guide my way to the known, I am bowled over with brilliant, white, explosive, sound, symphony, emotion and light. A light that makes me forget why I came to the refrigerator in the first place, and remember instead bigger, better things for which I had no idea I was hungering.”
That, Dear DA, is what happens when I think that I am looking for “something” and find out instead, that Comfort & Joy have found me.
Thank you.
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Bluesky is a Staff Writer for The Voice.