The Lurking Dread

At the heart of every story lies a universal theme: good versus evil. The way it manifests may vary greatly, but it will be present in its many forms across all genres of fiction. To achieve the happy ending, our heroes must conquer the evil. In the tragedy, it is the evil that does the conquering. Even in humorous writing, there will be some sort of obstacle to overcome (evil) despite the comedy playing out on the pages. And because it is even present in such ‘happy’ stories, we call it conflict instead of good versus evil.

This ability to conceive the idea of evil –of suffering– is unique to human beings. Cattle, for example, don’t think ahead of time about what they will encounter upon entering the slaughterhouse. Everyone, every single one of us that has ever lived has experienced suffering and evil.  Why then, are we drawn to it in our books, music and art? Because let’s be honest, we are drawn to it. Even when there isn’t a positive outcome vis-a-vis the hero vanquishing the villain, the happily-ever-after romance, the underdog team winning the game at the buzzer. Think Greek tragedy, Shakespeare, Sylvia Plath.

In music, an entire genre –The Blues– arose from the experience of African American slaves in the Deep South.

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History of the Blues: rubber city review

Some of the greatest individual works of art as well as whole artistic movements are heavy with dread: Hieronymus Bosch, for example; Georgio de Chirico, Edward Munch, and Kay Sage are others.

For the writer, composer or artist, their art itself can be a coping mechanism. The especially gifted will tell you they are compelled to create. Without this release of creativity, they would go mad. Some ‘go mad’ anyway –the inability to manage the melancholy, the internal (or external/physical suffering) then leads to self destruction– while others are able to harness the dread and put it back in its cage when they’ve made use of it.

When we the observer, are drawn to this outlet for pain, on some level we recognize the dread lurking within. “That,” we say, “is how I feel.” “This happened to me.” “I am hurting, confused, scared, angry, desperate, lonely too.” Whatever the medium, we see in it, a mirror of our own experience. So because conflict and suffering IS the common experience of all mankind, artistic expression of that experience resonates strongly with every one of us. Art isn’t always pretty, but it is successful if it makes you feel something.

#MusicMonday: The Live List

My buddy Phil at The Phil Factor has asked everyone to join in a fun challenge/conversation about the musical artists we’ve seen play live. I’ve got my list below. And to be honest, I may forgotten some thanks to losing some brain cells over the years. Some of these bands, I’ve seen multiple times. There are plenty of musicians I wish I’d seen before they made their final bow, and there are plenty more I hope to see before time is up. To see the other participants’ lists visit Phil’s post here. The links will be in the comments.

In alphabetical order:

  1. 10,000 Maniacs (2x)
  2. Bad Brains
  3. Tori Amos
  4. Eric Clapton
  5. Coldplay
  6. The Cure
  7. Bob Dylan
  8. Steve Earle
  9. Echo and the Bunnymen
  10. Fine Young Cannibals
  11. The Foo Fighters
  12. The Grateful Dead (9x)
  13. Imagine Dragons
  14. Howard Jones
  15. Lenny Kravitz
  16. Little Feat
  17. Little River Band
  18. Morrisey
  19. Peter Murphy
  20. Katy Perry (no judging….)
  21. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (2x)
  22. The Police
  23. John Prine
  24. Public Image Limited
  25. Radiohead
  26. REM (4x)
  27. The Replacements
  28. RUSH (5x)
  29. Siouxie and the Banshees
  30. Social Distortion
  31. Matthew Sweet
  32. George Thorogood and the Destroyers
  33. Twenty-one Pilots
  34. U2 (4x)
  35. UB40
  36. Roger Waters
  37. Yes (3x)

Monochrome Monday – Black and White Photography (8)

This week’s theme for Cee’s Black and White Challenge is Objects or People Older than 50 years.

This Grandmother’s clock was made in the Berlin, Germany and brought to the United States in the 1960’s. My Dad acquired it from an antique dealer right after that. The date on the plate inside reads 1841!

Before electricity came to the coal mines in the 1920’s and 1930’s, miners used oil lamps like this one to light their way: