A friend once said to me ‘..enjoying very simple things, ignoring what is pushed as “good” or “beautiful” or “popular” makes a person an outsider by choice.’
As I sit here early morning, moderately agonizing over what lately has been like a famish of inspiration, an unnatural drought of words, and a thin trickle of imagination where the literary river once used to scorch the earth with whimsy! I can’t help but think of you…
After discovering you ‘again’ lately, I am astonished by your strength!
I remember your poster pictures plastered on Toronto subway walls. Your golden Medusa locks! Your calm stare! I remember your warm strong voice! I remember how your lyrics used to make me wonder ‘how are you capable of such wisdom and deep human reflection?! You’re still in your early twenties?! I’m your age and I feel..I don’t know…anything at all!!!’
Years went by. I thought you had disappeared! I looked for you and couldn’t find you!
And right when I thought, your musical journey, and my foggy barren brain, are both now, a field of parched cracks, where no beautiful dark horses will be able to leave any imprints, you emerge!
Amanda Marshall, learning you had a concert in my town lately, filled me with profound joy! You were…here. Not in Toronto! Here…
The defertilzed earth of music and imagination, is greening up with massive luscious vines again! The once lifelessly flowing river of words and whimsy, is swooshing again in my head. I am no longer crossing to its other side, crying over…my dry feet.
You are simply different from the rest. Your choice of ‘enjoying very simple things, ignoring what pushed as “good” or “beautiful” or “popular”…made you an outsider by choice to many, but not to me!
Now I know why you had disappeared! Now I know, choosing to be an outsider, is what some of us need, to find ourselves. And now? I cannot stop listening to all your lyrics…revelling in the warmth of your voice and your… wisdom! Now I understand way much…better.