From "Omni" to "Reboot" to "Futurism" to "Vocal"
A couple of weeks ago this conversation took place on the Facebook group Vocal Social Society So here we are... Discussing the Vocal spectres of past, present and future with Brent Millis... the inimitable Vocal Creator Made in DNA
The Hope, The Faith, The Fear, and The Fury.
April, 15th. 1912 It was the type of Spring day in Belfast when a man could find the whimsy of old Ireland in the skies. Reaching through the bronchial clouds, gold, watery, fingers of light stretched from the heavens to caress the castles of the merchants, the mill owners, and the ship builders. Each great crane of steel, each new hull of ship, each black slate roof along the endless lines of terraced housing, shimmered beneath the divine touch. Smoke from the stalagmites of chimneys rose up like genies into the warm, rolling, sea breeze, joining in its whispers of hopefulness.
There Is War In Our World And Still I Make Art.
Am I Nero fiddling while Rome burns? Perhaps I am a spiritual member of the band that played whilst the Titanic sank? What I know is people are dying and I am sat here recording my thoughts on a computer for a competition... for a competition that will donate some money to the Ukraine... but, it is still for a competition, from which, should I get chosen as a decent contender, I will get kudos.
- Runner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge
I woke from a sleep of a thousand uncaptured dreams with a new dawn of expectation threatening the horizon. As unwanted as disco lights at a funeral the sun climbed over the hills yawning, stretching and shimmering across frosted, mirror ball, meadows. A chipper morning chorus cheering it on, delighted to be at the wake.