With lush strings, a touch of country and an Irish folk feel set in the Far West, Laughing Seabird tackles here a sensation shared by many women feeling the pressure of media images. A sensation shared by us all in that “filling ourselves up” to fill an emotional or spiritual void points to a more general feeling of discontent – of there being too much of everything! Too much consumerism and too many sollicitations for us to conform to the zeitgeist. Following the crowd, being the right fit for society’s corset ultimately doesn’t satisfy us and ends up choking us. It’s up to us not to be taken in and to work towards what makes us feel good and what’s best for us!
Soft, gentle vocals, an uplifting guitar with Hispanic overtones, steady drums and reassuring strings; all that’s needed to relate that “Vivre” is a one-way street because… once started there is no way back! No need to make a big fuss about it, but a commitment. From small steps great roads are made so go, go, go, you don’t have to do anything, you don’t need to do anything; May you nurture who you are, instigate this simple and sublime chance: To be passionate about life and, very simply, feel the joy it brings. We will never be invincible but within ourselves we can become indivisible, unified.
A Celtic folk song with soaring bridges and solos to remind us that we all have our share of learned helplessness especially when we haven’t been guided with open-mindedness and tolerance, protected, reassured or lead down the right path. This results in us being frozen, frustrated, fascinated, formatted, fatigued, detached and detained, no longer knowing where we’re going or maybe even going too much where we’re told to go…it’s meaningless and we’re directionless: Direction Oubliée. So it’s time to let go, let loose, that’s the best thing to do, embrace the here and now, no need to overdo it or to feel guilty about not being this, or not succeeding in that, succeeding in what? There will be better times, flowers will open, smiles will light up your face once more and what you thought was a dead-end will turn out to be a door.
Here we’re flying high…with a little trip back to the 1970s and a dose of psychedelia to help us open the doors of our perceptions but there’s no question of our falling asleep on the job: whatever the cost, because nothing comes from nothing, let’s not let go of our goals since small underground transformations are sure to lead to big ones. If we take a step back, the world is not what it seems, after all, we are only the sum of our perceptions…Open up, delve, refine, don’t trust first impressions: there are so many levels to visit, so many inner journeys to make !
Finger-picking reminiscent of McCartney’s Blackbird illustrates here that there are people we lose…people who perhaps needed to leave for us to be able to grant them total forgiveness. Anger is a tenacious thing and yet sometimes definitive separation comes along to wipe the slate clean and all the misunderstandings and miscommunications melt away on a low gas. And, in spite of everything, a reduction remains at the bottom of the pan: a nectar of sweet regret and love.