I used to laugh about people who said that a certain musician or band helped them through difficult times. “It’s just music, how helpful can it be?”, I thought. Music was an important part of my life, yes, but it was more to underline my mood. I would listen to upbeat tunes when I was happy, and bathe in sad lyrics when I was sad or heartbroken. I never understood anyone who said that music could actually mean anything more than that.
Same time, different scenario.
It was 2007 and I was living in Australia. Every Saturday morning, I watched a music show whose name I forgot. It was my little weekend ritual when my host family was out to do the weekly shop. I would make breakfast, sit in the lounge and have the sun warm my body, getting me excited and ready for another beautiful day.
One song was played an awful lot; it was called “Dream catch me” and was sung by a guy with extremely long, ginger dreadlocks. And that song was so fitting for my own personal “Australian atmosphere” that it stuck with me for the entirety of my stay.
As I was not into music as much – yes, I would listen to it, but no, I wouldn’t do any research or show any interest in new artists -, I kind of did not think about the dreadlock guy twice. I kept the song as a memory, something which reminded me of sunny Saturday mornings in Australia.
Until one morning, where I was sorting through my computer. Too much crap had piled up over the years, and I came across an artist called Newton Faulkner. I had no idea who that was, but when I listened to that one song I had of him, something clicked. I did my research, I bought every album that had been released until then, and I was infected. That was the morning my love for him was born.
Now, his music is the soundtrack to my most precious memories. His lyrics pierced right through my heart when I thought it would stop beating. They warmed my soul when I was feeling numb. They gave me hope when I was feeling the most vulnerable.
His concerts make me feel the happiest, most calm, most comfortable and most secure. I feel like I can conquer anything that seemed too big to tackle. I feel like my life has a meaning, that I will make it to where I belong, and that my decisions have been and will be right.
I’m listening to “Step in the Right Direction” as I type this, two days after the last concert, and it makes me feel all types of good. I feel like I want to write so many more words, I want to explain so much more about what his music means to me but I am lost for words once more. I’m all smiley writing this but I can’t seem to put the smile into more meaningful words. And maybe that says it all.
Thank you, Mr. Faulkner.
You can read my other posts on him here and here.