On occasion, I run into artists that take me to places of almost pure feeling. It can be feelings of joy, peace or of guilt and angst. This band takes me from joyful peace to angst and back to joy in nanoseconds. Don’t let me forget to make note of the beautiful harmonies….Heavenly, blissful harmonies.
Been listening to this band for a little over a month. Genius at work here on what lies under the tip of the iceberg of my consciousness. There’s a great number of spirits at play, dancing from other realms with ours where Car Seat Headrest echoes.
These are beautiful artists creating good medicine for the souls that share these times.
“For myself, I cannot live without my art. But I have never placed it above everything. If, on the other hand, I need it, it is because it cannot be separated from my fellow men, and it allows me to live, such as I am, on one level with them. It is a means of stirring the greatest number of people by offering them a privileged picture of common joys and sufferings. It obliges the artist not to keep himself apart; it subjects him to the most humble and the most universal truth. And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge. And if they have to take sides in this world, they can perhaps side only with that society in which, according to Nietzsche’s great words, not the judge but the creator will rule, whether he be a worker or an intellectual.”- Camus
This discovery comes by the way of a Facebook friend from Austrailia. This friend, I have never met, but through correspondence, a relationship has grown through similar understandings of our individual realities. I’m grateful for the bond made with this individual that resides half way across the planet. Social Media seems a source of ugly societal uprisings, but on the flip side, it can be a source of great self-wealth through self-inquiry and self-understandings by relating. It is also a wonderful source for discovering new artists that can bring a new wealth of experience and inspiration. Tasha is clearly a wonderful talented being that has matched her talent, with her passion and plays, as well as the sun illuminates the night.
Tash is from Melbourne, Australia. I have found Australia to be a place heavy with talented musicians that rarely reach the ears of my fellow countryman. I’m just grateful that I have found a few to enjoy for myself as things being what they are. Tash has been playing instruments since she was three, and is a one lady show. She is the band. Give her a listen for yourself and let me know if you enjoy what she is creating as well as I do.
The first song shared is my favorite of hers so far. The second is the most viewed on youtube and reminds me some of the song Maggot Brain in its funk. The third is Ted Talk where she is a little intimate with us about her path to the present and plays a little diddy as well. Plays it quite well, I will add.
Anatomy defines gender reality. Beyond that is a bit of chaos and confusion. Grateful that my sense of not being ok is harbored with my ignorance and not with my anatomy. Not being comfortable in your own skin is one kind of hell all to its own. Knowing that hell leaves me room to let my difference in reality flow peacefully, at least outwardly, in relation to those with confusing self-identifications that seem to clash with my understanding of the reality of nature. Man’s laws will not unravel the chaotic confusion present with identifications that clash with the core of individual realities. What else does compassion offer me to do, but to allow others the freedom of their own reality to the point it threatens my own freedom of reality. That is a line that is gray. Where does my freedom of reality cross into another’s and where does theirs cross into mine?
All war seems seeded by the lack of answers to the gray areas of realities. Love seems seeded by the lack of need to an answer to the gray areas of realities.
How much of our individual realities fuel our behavior and actions and how much of it is who and what we are as individuals and collectively?