First Off; The person who introduced me to and bought the tickets to see Peter Gabriel @ NYCity's Madison Square Garden's Felt Forum neglected (most likely intentionally) to warn me what to expect of what we'd come to see.
Taking our seat in the 2nd tier, we found ourselves more or less eye-level with an "In the Round" style of stage Lights went down music cued up; I found myself surrounded by 1,000+ devotees holding aloft lighted cigarette lighters (WTF?)
ASTOUNDING! I soon caught on that what I was seeingEXPERIENCING Wasn't "JUST A Concert" (a string of la-dee-da songs) but rather Performance Art set to An Entire Conceptual Piece of Contemporary Music ...more closely akin to a Rock Opera than any Rock Concert I'd ever experienced to that date**
**clavate: I've since experienced The WHO's Rock Opera known as "Quadrophenia"
Once.. Upon A Time.. I fell in love with a young man's haunting voice.. ..like a memory of something I'd heard in a dream. I never knew his name and then he was gone like one of those proverbial ships passing in the night leaving nothing in it’s wake but a void in my soul.
50 years later, by chance, I heard that voice again and was drawn to it ..again.. like a moth to a flame. As panic set in ..fearing that I’d be left as empty- handed as someone attempting to capture a puff of smoke .....needing to learn his name this time so that I’d never to loose that beautiful voice again..
..only to learn that what I'd heard was a forum mate mourning the sudden untimely demise of his son, Jeff, of whom, of course I was completely oblivious.
t'was then that the discussion turned to how Jeff had met his end in an eerily similar fashion as had his father, Tim, 40 years earlier.
..ah.. so that was his name.. “Tim Buckley”..
As reality set in ~ OMG ~ to have lost someone for 50 years, hear his voice again, at long last, only to have him slip away again like a handful of sand taking with him the son, who'd more recently shuffled off his mortal coil.. ..........and all in less than the time it took to tell it..
it all came rushing back, as my iTunes screensaver presented me with a clickable image, and the music began to play
"...and I can't help but wonder, now Willie McBride, Do all those who lie here know why they died? Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?" Did you really believe that this war would end wars? Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain, For Willie McBride, it all happened again, And again, and again, and again, and again.