Music is a superhero. One we all know and which is real. A ‘real superhero’ is an oxymoron. But maybe it’s beacause music is and sometimes isn’t. Music can be silence. Or noise. Music can be anything.
I’m sure music can heal. And even though I’ve always been profoundly convinced of the power of music, that feeling was reinforced when I went to see Keziah Jones play live this weekend. We, people from Carcassonne, had the chance to have him perfom for us on Sunday, 16th July for the second time at the Théâtre de la Cité, which is a stupendous place in terms of sound, history, style… Keziah Jones gave us pleasure, joy, rythm, talent, everything he’s got. And we received it all with such thankfulness and excitement that the theatre filled up with relentless enthusiasm and grooved to his spellbinding beat.
They were only three on stage: the stylish, serene bass player Joey Grant, the ecstatic, very gifted drummer Joshua McKenzie, and him, Keziah Jones. The musical wave that hit us when they started playing was tremendously powerful for three human beings scratching a few strings and beating on some taut skins. Impressive. Strong. GOOD.
You feel so alive at that moment that you become aware – if you weren’t already – of the incredible might of music. You feel the vibe spreading from your heart to the rest of your body – making you move your arms, hips, toes, head – travelling like a blast of good energy, your guts absorbing whatever comes from outside, eagerly devouring the invisible positive fluid only your inner senses can detect. Transmission (of knowledge or of whatever you’re able to give away) is a marvellous process, especially when you’re consciously part of it, should you be the one who gives or the one who receives. There, on Sunday, the audience witnessed a fantastic, touching exchange of reciprocal openness, truth, simplicity, bliss.
He said it, Rythm is Love. And oh, how right he is!!