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Cynthia Alexander: A True and Rare Artist

A few weeks before, I was spell-singing “Insomnia” constantly in my head. Seeing the news then of Cynthia Alexander leaving the country was unexpected. I haven’t been hearing her on the radio since maybe 10 years, but there’s still familiarity with her tunes and instruments.

I didn’t plan on going to any of her send-off gigs so it was suddenly a brilliant idea when I got invited by my ex-roomie friend, Allan, to catch her gig at 70’s Bistro. I brought my videocam to work so I can record her later that night. My videocam was adequately charged but I don’t know why I decided to charge it in the office, only to be forgotten there.  I came with my low resolution phone – taking pictures and video was nearly not option.

When we arrived outside the bar, it wasn’t only that there was a long queue, there were no tickets being sold. Allan’s friend, who was already inside, managed to get us in. As expected, it was a crowded house.

Cynthia Alexander is a true artist. Her following is not so huge, but I think it’s also what makes her valuable, her not being mainstream.  Other singers/songwriters respect her and learn from her. When she performed, you can sense her working in harmony with fellow artists on stage because she kept smiling and nodding at each of them. Her set that night was packed compared to her other gigs, so you can call it a music fest in itself. It was an unbelievable arrangement that required hard work and trues of talents to put up. To me it wasn’t only music to the ears, it was also music for the soul and the patriot inside of me.


That girl from the past

A few nights ago I dreamed about this girl from the past: She was on a bus and I saw her like she was the only passenger there. She looked very sad, almost crying. I approached her and asked if the seat next to her was taken. She shook her head and I took it as a sign she’s allowing me to sit next to her. We didn’t talk. I barely moved. At that moment all that ever mattered was she was beside me. The bus moves.

Of course I knew she belonged to someone else. I couldn’t make any move. I’d so badly wanted to wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. Not possible… But then she fell asleep. She fell asleep on my narrow, bony shoulders. The highway suddenly became bumpy. She struggled to stay on my narrow shoulders. She almost fell. Instinctively, I caught her head, and I held it safe on my shoulders. It seemed to be a long ride.

Suddenly without opening her eyes, she appeared to have woken up…then she kissed me. And I felt her pain.

The dream skipped to something else. When I woke up, my heart felt so heavy. I missed her. But this is not right. I’ve just got over her several weeks ago. I can’t let this feeling affect me like this. Not because of this just one dream.

It has been three days. I am scared that my feelings are starting to grow back… Just because of this one dream.

It’s just a dream. I’ll give it another week – I NEED TO GET MY LIFE BACK ON TRACK.