A Storm is Coming...

Sunday. end of the week. Summer is also nearing its end. Clouds begin to gather in the distance. The thunder and lightning I hear warns of an approaching storm. Suddenly, a warm day, with azure blue skies and a bright yellow glow, turns into a mixture of black and grey. Some might think that this is the ideal moment to capture the light in photography, but I observe the whole phenomenon from the window of my house. Quiet, silent, thoughtful...

This is how this post begins. A post that should not exist. I had no intention of uploading anything to HIVE, because I wanted to take a break for a day or maybe several, to disconnect. But in the bigger picture, the events I describe above broke the stillness I was maintaining. In fact, from the very moment I saw how the colours of the atmosphere changed and I sensed what was coming, the title of this post "A Storm is Coming" suddenly came to my mind. I remembered that there is a community that is composed of facts that inspire you, and so, out of the most absolute tranquillity, the desire to write was broken...

I took my mobile phone and started to capture the changes this storm was producing. I recorded as best I could how the light was changing. I won't lie to you, it's kind of scary that in the middle of a storm, I'm using electronic equipment to record the event. In my hands was my mobile phone, but in my ears my headphones were playing a playlist that minutes before I had never heard before on the algorithm of the app I use most to unwind with music. And yes, I am clearly referring to YouTube.

In the last few weeks it has been recommending increasingly bleak and "grey" music to me. Maybe today, it's the poetic way in which nature combines art with reflection. And curiously, it all ends in my ability to relate to you, through these words, how something apparently unrelated as the weather, can produce in me such a different fact. As I mentioned earlier, I have not had the best of days. Not only here at HIVE, but in my private life. Where I have mostly become a bit more solitary.

Nothing concrete happens to me, but for some reason that I don't analyse deeply I find myself somewhat introspective, distant and conventionally lonely. This trait has made me, for example, appreciate Jazz more. A genre that has always produced in me respect and admiration, but which I had never before, as I have done so far, in detail. In addition, today, both before and during the storm, I could see the influence that the "Noir" sub-genre has on the emotions. Suddenly, all I felt was awe and an aura of wonder that I find it hard to explain properly.

Jazz has always been understood as a genre of virtuosity. Of "improvisation" and that it is only for an elite of people who have an enormous emotional and individual richness that distinguishes them from others. I don't think I am like that description. However, I love the calming effect that jazz has on me at times. Sometimes it can even be spent on long, aimless walks, just paying attention to the deliberate shifts in mood, composition, tempo and structure in a session...

Miles Davis and Charlie Parker, along with Thelonious Monk, are some of the exponents I have most enjoyed and listened to in this strangely solitary and reflective period of my life. I don't quite know how to explain to you why I feel at ease with both this "new" state of mind and the shift in my musical tastes, but honestly I'm just enjoying the moment and learning from it. One thing that amazes me about music, that I find spellbinding, is that it is as true to physics as energy is.

That is to say, music, although it is created, is not destroyed. It is simply transformed... And I think that this simile with science is what makes it so impactful on each and every one of us. And that's why we have wonderful people who create corners, on blogs within the web to accumulate enough art, creation and music enthusiasts to inspire and amaze us. Come to think of it, whether we evolve in our tastes and whether they have a profound impact is as unpredictable as the weather changing.... It's too many interactions that make it all possible. A warm day gives way to a storm... Just when you think you've found a niche of musical comfort and stability for yourself, another one comes along and the learning cycle continues; as with rain...