When we see a blank page, we assume that a story is to be written on it. A grand story. One that many people will read, one that will be turned into a movie, one that is utterly fictional. The expectation we hold towards stories today has little to do with reality. In fact, we are entirely oblivious to the root of every great story : memories. Stories and films are nothing but fictional memories, made available to the many, made comprehensible by the power of pictures and man’s imagination. Memories only have a personal value. A value only known to the protagonists. It is a reality within many. And thus, don’t bother making sense of what is written on these pages. Instead, enjoy what you read and create your own memories, your own protagonists. It’s your creativity and imagination that might one day save you from the fate that awaits those, who blindly follow and are not happy within their own story.
~Vinz
Note: Well, this is the first post in a series of many, I hope. My own story. This blog will hopefully serve as an outlet of what is going on in my life, of what is past, of what goes through my crazy mind and of what music is transcending my brain, turning into humming, and most often to loud singing, on a daily basis. I write these thoughts and stories to satisfy my own spring of creativity, but also as response to a humble request made by a good friend. This friend told me I should write a blog, so that she can keep up with all the things happening in my life. Well, this is my clumsy attempt at that, not knowing how this really works.
https://open.spotify.com/track/6o5hdepiPsSowgHxdQbXsl?si=f6387d1624ee4627 John Butler Trio - Ocean - Live