"I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt."
Storm is in the air, is weighing heavily and is pressure on my temples as people are sniffing and whiffing and complaining that hasn't rained in weeks. Storm air is pressure on my head as I wait for the downpour that has to come, inevitably, as sober hard-working weeks are followed by a night of exquisite, exotic partying. It is weighing, weighing heavily on my conscience, this downpour that is about to come.
A downpour might come with the passion of the singer, singing with his heart&soul - at the concert I attended last weekend, after a little roadtrip to Strasbourg (another place called home). A downpour might come, as his songs fell on our heads and swept us away to a land of passion and activism and silver-silk movement. He sang with his heart and soul, wearing a t-shirt from the 'one'-campaign (Bono, Jeffrey Sachs et.al.), talking of standing up to militancy with peace (in a time, which is not the sixties, in a time when electronic music has us tripping, in a time when a certain US administration seems to have a never-ending monopoly on danger and idiocy).
The singer sang his song like a prayer for peace, played his music like an expression of a desire for what-is-not-now-the-case. The song here is without words, but his other song goes "Well there's far too many questions to ask,/to answer any of them tonight. /For I wear too many masks,/to tell if any of them are wrong or right. /And confusion casts a shadow up on me,/like a great big cloud in the sky. /And now I pray for rain, /cause it's been so long since i let myself cry. "