This post is inspired by the title of the latest album by Finnish jazz trumpeter Verneri Pohjola,‘The Dead Don’t Dream’.
I have come across Pohjola’s amazing modern music quite recently and have been mightily impressed by what I have heard.
The musician was talking about the making of the album (dreaming it into existence as he termed it) and remarked that “it’s about embracing life in all of its complex emotions, while we still have it … after all, the dead don’t dream”.
He nailed it for me with that statement.
To live is to truly engage, and to dream. You may as well be dead otherwise.
You can listen to the tune behind the thoughts below (via YouTube):
A photo of the early evening sky in Auckland a couple of hours ago.
Posted because of a certain dreamlike quality that resonated with me (the title is borrowed from lyrics in a favourite Joni Mitchell song that went running through my mind as I reviewed the picture – thanks Joni!).
If, right now, you more time than usual to contemplate your lockdown self, consider this:
“You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling. So don’t. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly”.
(and try not to shit on others from great heights when you get there)
I listened to this old prog rock song for the first time in years in the last week, and took the photograph about the same time.
I am not sure whether the song and its lyrics influenced the shot, but certainly not consciously.Maybe though at some weird unconscious level in the way that music does,evoking a mood or place.
The album the number comes from was one of the first I ever purchased .I drift back in time and see myself as a geeky 14 year old reading the lyrics intently from the beautiful cardboard gatefold cover, while the vinyl record spun on the rudimentary turntable in my bedroom. I played that disc countless times(entranced with ‘Entangled’!)
I was a bit of a dreamer as a teenager and the music took me back in an instant to my younger self.
So too the tangled tree branches in their veined pattern,to some more recent troubled and nightmarish times.