Poetry – A Wail from the Fifties

A Wail from the Fifties

A saxophone wail from the fifties

Is not the same as the best we can now make.

A guitar riff from the sixties –

We cannot create the same revolutionary break.

The snarl of disgust from the seventies

Cannot ever be reproduced.

Every decade has its moment

And cannot be reintroduced.

The zeitgeist of the moment

Is the spirit of the age.

Unique to the chemistry

That is written on that page.

We can listen back in wonder

At how it came about.

Tune in to the moment

And understand, without a doubt.

But we cannot re-experience

What it felt to live back then.

You can study every nuance

But you cannot get it back again.

It’s different.

Opher 24.7.2015

A Wail from the Fifties

Every age has its zeitgeist and that spirit creates the possibility. Nothing is simple. The complexity of all the subtle inputs and nuance create a ‘feel’ that can only be sensed. It can never be recreated.

Music captures a bit of the ‘soul’. Within the sound the human condition is expressed. It captures the politics, social condition, personal mood and idealism of the age within which it was produced. It is not merely a sound. It is not merely a set of notes performed on instruments. It is not merely a product of the recording technique and studio. It is much more than that. It is a product of all the attributes of the time it was made. All the experiences and feelings of that time are condensed into those sounds. It is a human being who is pouring their spirit into the sound. What comes out is their poetic interpretation. It is human.

And humans swim within the zeitgeist of their age. It bathes them, is absorbed by them and transforms them. What comes out of that osmosis is the essence of the age they live in. No amount of reproduction can recreate it. Every age is unique.

We build the zeitgeist that moulds us.

Let’s make it good!