I was one of those privileged to be at the Melanie Safka concert at the Melbourne Recital Centre last night - thanks Sally Millar who got on to tickets straight away. We had great seats in row K but I dont think it would have mattered where we were sitting because Melanie makes every audience member feel like shes invited them personally, and might be singing just for them -- and at the same time, invited us to be connected to each other, to our humanity and to the promise that peace can come. It was such a beautiful experience to be in her presence -- though shes not lofty, she is majestic, but the kind of majesty that has a hearty laugh attached. Her relationship with her talented son, Beau Jarred, is a delight to behold and the kindness and respect between them palpable. Melanies songs, old and new (and I loved all the new), and the way she sings them, and the way she speaks about them, touched deeply into that part of me that loves -- that loves life, humanity, nature, my beloveds, strangers on the train: it reminded me that whatever the neoliberal agenda throws at us, we can still choose kindness, love over hate, to believe that peace can come, not regardless, or in spite of, the powers that love war and dominion -- not ignoring them, or pretending they dont carve their wounds into to the world, into our hearts, but loving anyway, believing anyway, working toward the good anyway. Well, I just had to say that. And shes a great storyteller too -- her story of becoming Melanie at Woodstock was fantastic (and funny). https://youtube/watch?v=530Hqoamf3Q
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 05:29:48 +0000
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