pastel moon, a photo by digitalambitions/ Valerie Hogg on Flickr.
Once
a year we celebrate The White Night: Nuit Blanche in Guelph. It's the one night
we stay alight, sleepless, inspired in the streets and sanctuaries of music and
art.
With
the Guelph Jazz Festival already underway with a remarkable performance by
Beautiful Tool last night, this year's festival promises to culminate in a
truly spectacular white night this Saturday and I hope you'll come into the
fold, to revel, to run and ramble with a raucous release.
And I
do call it a fold deliberately. Because to me, this festival is like a meeting
of family, a confluence of like minds setting foot to play and test, challenge
and foray, out in the green pastures and in the rustle tussle of the shifting
sheaving shaking and so often wisdom-sharing winds. The fold: it is a place
where ideas are borne up out of the roots of time and beat out in percussions
of sky, rain, the snow of unconscious desires dreams drifting and dodging, the
rainbows of clash and harmony shining always overhead. It is in the intimacy of
the fold, that we meet each other anew - in sound and in the intersections of
stillness that we come to be unclad from ourselves. We can cast off our worldly
armour and be vulnerable to the unexpected, the tempting, the exciting, the
moving, the difficult, the magnificence of our human natures unbound by sound.
The
Guelph Jazz Festival always brings us here - into this verdant and vivacious
and vivid fold. Reminding us of the power of music to create communities, build
confidence, inspire new philosophies and evoke alternative understandings of
ourselves and our environments – social, political, and physical.
So
don’t let your Saturday be dark. Let it be light.
Let
it be The White Night.
~Aidan
M.D. Ware
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