Sunday, September 17, 2017

"Security" by Peter Gabriel

I asked my parents for a stereo on my 12th birthday. I didn't really listened to any music at that time, but everyone else I knew wanted one so I thought that was what was expected of me.

Relieved that I showed budding signs of normality my parents actually gave me one: A used record player with cassette deck...whoa! 

But I had a new problem now: I did not know what music to like!

Sure, there were a few songs in the radio I liked (I never managed to develop enough enthusiasm to actually buy a Depeche Mode record!) but in general I thought mid-eighties music pretty much sucked.

Later, much later, when I met the right people (the people that mattered) I learnt that I was wrong and that there was awesome music out there. But how was I supposed to know?

My mum was a member in a book club and she gave me her membership card so I could buy some cheap records with my paper route money (as 12 year olds go, I was loaded with cash...2 paper routes, one taking me on a 9 km bike ride with 800 newspapers).

I still had no idea what to choose and picked records by the cover.

This way I ended up with a Halloween and a lesser known Bon Jovi record...both huge disappointments. I think I threw them out.

So I used my stereo  to record the few songs from the radio I actually liked (apparently I had a soft spot for 60ies rock) and used the record rack under the stereo for books.

Then I found some records at home, they belonged to my sisters ex boyfriend and i were on their way to the trash. None of the groups rang a bell but the covers looked interesting.

I took them and put them aside to listen to them later. I liked to stay up all night to read and listen to the radio...and still do to this day.

I put on one of the records...the one with that face that looked like a blue version of "the Swamp Thing" ....and had my tiny mind rocked, shattered and altered forever.

Lying at night, in the dark, and listening took me to a dark place, I was not supposed to be here, I was not supposed to KNOW (yet) and it was frightening.....and AWESOME.

It was "the Rhythm of the Heat" and the first track of "Security" by Peter Gabriel. A song that described Carl Jungs anxieties during a Voodoo-esque ritual in Sudan....of course I did not know that at this time, but I can relate to Jungs anxiety, self doubt and insight to incomprehensible universal knowledge he felt. Because that was how I felt listening to this mad music!

The rest of the tracks are equally emotion heavy and speak of anxiety, heroic but futile struggle, terrible wisdom and death. Gabriels manages to incorporate drum groups from Africa in his music which reaches a crescendo in "The family and the fishing net" where a modern wedding is described as a Voodoo ceremony.
The other songs blended very well with the theme of a book I read then: "Enders Game". (Especially the song "San Jacinto"!)

I lost that record...or it has been reclaimed...short after. But found another vinyl copy in a used book store in 1999. Later, much later, I finally got the record on CD.
Dig it!

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