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Beyond the Fourth

Beyond the Fourth

I was told today, to never break the fourth wall.  I'm going to be honest with you I had no idea what that meant until, well, today.

There's a wall to your left, your right, one behind you, and then the fourth; that elusive invisible barrier between you and the audience.

To often you see people turn what we do into a job, a clock in clock out necessity.  Maybe it's because of the wall, that false barrier.

How often have you been lost in your own thoughts, walking along that paserelle about to take your final bow; you look up at sea of faces you assume you'll never see again and BAM it hits you like a ton of bricks.  Sitting there, looking up at you in complete euphoria, is an elderly audience member.  With tears in her eyes she belts the lyrics back to you and it shakes you to your bones.  All of a sudden what you thinking only moments ago, gets wisped away like smoke.

None of it matters.

How you felt backstage. The relationships you have. Whether you're tired, hungry, angry or sad, none of it matters. None of it can ever compare to raw emotion a performer can evoke upon another soul.

It's ironic how we feel we may never be able to learn or comprehend the impact we have on an audience.  We are the raw depiction of the music flowing through the airwaves and into the foundation of their memories.  We are the visualization showing that we believe in what they hear. We have so much power behind every single movement we do on stage, and even more so with stillness.

We give imagery to the anthem of the nowhere men.

Even with all the negativity in the world, all the killings and bombings and all the wrong, we can completely immerse a person to the point of forgetting, and believe in love again. Our show is so immersive, from the candles in "Here comes the sun", to the lights in "LSD", to the pounding in your chest from the drums in "The end", to believing that love is all you need.

With everything you think you're doing wrong in this life, with all the shades of wrong you paint upon your heart, anything that you're guilty of, you have a shot to make someone believe that they're painted beautifully, you have a shot to change someone's life.

If this is my cause, the flag I am to bear, the redemption I'm given; to give the world an opportunity to lose themselves in the euphoria of music, then I will take up arms. I will break down that wall, and you will not be able to hold me back.  And as some young, inexperienced, half-enlightened performer, I beg of you to remember. Remember what it's like beyond the wall...

and come join me.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.

So come together,

to a place where sad songs are made better.

There's something in the way we move,

the way we twist and shout; the way we groove.

It takes you to a place so far away,

that it takes you to yesterday.

What a scene! The lights dancing before your eyes,

as you float downstream, gazing upon diamonds in the skies.

I want to be, misunderstanding all you see,

we all want to change the world, but violence is not the key.

So I'll sing into the dead of night, upon my guitar I weep,

wishing to be back where I once belonged, where my children are  at my feet.

Yet there's no where you can be that isn't where you're meant to be,

so to the Lonely Heart's Club Band, I lament this to thee.

-The Cloud Watcher-

7 Hours
Infinite beauty within the finite

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