The house lights fade away,
and the expected aroma of weed fills the room as the crowd’s excitement builds.
My dad and I exchange a look, as if to say, “Let’s do this!” I’m so glad to be
sharing yet another concert with him, though tonight, we bond over our mutual
lack of familiarity with this band called Marillion. Regardless, we’re always
happy to share new experiences together. Where would I be without him?
Four members of the band
enter. I don’t recognize any of them except Steve Rothery, the guitarist. They
smile sweetly at the audience and take their places on stage. They seem so
humble! The barely sold out room becomes overwhelmed by a wonderful soundscape
that follows the G minor scale, a key that normally would unsettle a person.
Instead, I’m unexpectedly overjoyed by the music that enters my ears. It
reminds me of the beginning of a movie, one that is destined to become a
favorite of mine, as I am instantly captivated by its mysterious, somewhat
melancholic nature. I know there’s a fifth member of this band, but I don’t see
him yet. I search the stage and finally, he comes out of the shadows. I know
this is Steve Hogarth, affectionately called “H” by the band and by fans. He
beams at the crowd, showcasing an absolutely adorable grin. How cute! He
possesses the demeanor of a beloved family member that hasn’t been seen in ages.
The audience completely sinks
into the music, barely noticing his entrance, although we’re happy to see him,
and he’s happy to see us. I’m a bit too far away to see him clearly, but I can
tell that he’s wearing an acoustic guitar. He joins in with the rest of the band
and begins singing, and I’m instantly captivated by the melodies that sound
through his microphone. It’s an exceptionally powerful voice, as it ranges from
stronger than a scream to fainter than a whisper. “Why is nothing ever true? /You poor sods have only yourselves to
blame.” I’m speechless. I want
him to sing for the rest of eternity.
As I watch him glide across the stage like a court jester, I can’t help
but liken him to Peter Gabriel dressed in drag singing about flowers and lawnmowers.
“H” moves lusciously, unlike any other human being I’ve ever watched. I’m
delighted by his moves, as his body flies with such elegance and grace. The
audience remains in respectful silence as the band places tender loving care
into each note played.
But, it’s not just “H’s”
voice that causes my thoughts to wander. I’m also fascinated by the content of
the lyrics. I can tell they’re of a political nature, but they’re amazingly
relevant and universal. I hear “H” vocalize his most personal thoughts. One particular line resonates with me
and haunts me to this day. I can still hear “H” serenading my thoughts as if he
were a siren calling to a ship: “Fuck
everyone and run.” It’s sung in such a way that is not angry but, rather,
sorrowful and helpless, a call to attention. I, along with the rest of the
moved crowd, give this band a much-needed standing ovation.
“H” suddenly vanishes from
the stage, only to return shortly in a long-sleeved white top, the cuffs
undone, the buttons clearly uneven. He blushes like a schoolgirl, showing no
shame in his improper dress code. The band breaks into song once more for an
encore, playing with far more sincerity. “H” sings to the universe, falling to
the floor as delicately as the first snowflakes of winter. He’s overwhelmed by the
power of his own lyrics: “But when you’re
gone/I never land/In Neverland.” At this point, the entire band is playing
to all beings, both human and divine. The song has a soul of its own. Every
note and melody allows it to breath. Before I know it, the music fades away,
swallowed by the roar of the thrilled audience. The end of their set comes as
alarmingly as a deer in headlights. Before I know it, I’m back on Earth. I look
at my dad once more, but no words need to be said. The band takes a final bow, and then they’re gone, out of my
life, just before I can land in Neverland. I wonder to myself: Where have you
been all my life?
Hope you make an A+ love the line "h' sings to the universe" well written welcome to the world of Marillionaires'
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