for some, it happens every now and then: feeling lonely.
i’m more than just one of them, for sure; and for some plausible reasons: not only that loneliness continuously comes to me, and (to borrow the flower kings) hits me with a hit, it also keeps building one wall of desolation after another. i feel so remote.
it’s not that i don’t have friends. who doesn’t; we’re social being, right? close, valuable friends… well, i have them, though not as many as those who always easily get along well with almost any body even from just the first meeting. but every time the feeling of solitariness in this life, i-n t-h-i-s p-l-a-n-e-t, crawls slowly into my deepest self, finding a place to thrust its cold, tormenting uneasiness, i can’t help myself but to realize how lucky luke is much more lucky than me. he is a lucky guy (because he is lucky, after all, isn’t he?). lucky than me, to be sure: he got jolly jumper, a living animal, on his side, while i have only my… car!
everyone has his/her places to find resort to when loneliness comes striking. my particular one is –you guess it right! –my collection of music albums. it’s been like this all the way from my junior high school days, when i started to buy and listen to my own music. and i got a friend back in my hometown who always do the same thing. he’s more than a friend; he’s my buddy. he’s pretty much like me. we share common interests: books, movies, guitars, and music.
that particular friend reminds me to gentle giant’s three friends. first released in 1972, this is a progressive rock concept album dealing with three childhood friends whose lives take them to very different places, which is almost similar to my friendship with that friend and another one from my hometown –we’ve been taking our different pathways since we left senior high school sometime in early 1980s.
gentle giant was among the last 1970s progressive rock bands i started listen to. not that i didn’t hear anything about them earlier. it was only because of the availability of their albums at the time –i lived in an indonesian small town back in 1970s.
the band’s mascot, the smiley, bearded giant, firstly hooked me. but the music was, and still is, much more captivating. i found it hard to be digested the first time i listened to it. however, its strikingly tasty composition was too powerful to be ignored. i kept trying to get into it. what amazed me: every attempt to listen to it was like facing a strange, new menu.
delicious menus, to be sure.
now, this is what i always find in three friends. while the sound may seem harder, it clearly shows how the group actually never had any intention to throw away their progressive spirits –complex, intricate. the opener, prologue, is a lively work with a catchy melody, colorful harmonies, and rhythms accessible for almost anyone; it helps to keep the expectation of first time listeners high. moving to schooldays, the second track with softer moments, the band offers a unique feel within a little difficult set of melodies.
the other songs follow the direction that is already set in the previous song; the highlights are peel the paint and mister class and quality? great thing should be mentioned: throughout the album, the guitars, the bass and the keyboards not only sound turned high up as if it was intended to blow the listeners’ ears, but also is used to do some sexiest solos and interplays.
once i know how to enjoy the music, three friends has been one of those places i always come to in order to find resort when i desperately need it.