Here’s A Little Song I Wrote
It was just a casual Tuesday evening, but time had stopped for whoever chose to go underneath the ground floor of Skapto II. Having just entered, we instantly knew we were not about to be a static audience but performers instead. Each one in their own way. Some eyes were closed, some heads were tilted, all in an attempt to connect with the music which was dominating what was previously known as Skappy’s . It was one of those events which you attend not out of respect for the organizers – not that we don’t appreciate you, Rock Jamming Club and Residence Life guys, but because of the energy it brings to you.
It is funny how strangers were brought together by this phenomenon called music. Our hidden talents were one of a kind. The light was dim. The small improvised stage looked like a scene from a fairy tale in which people metamorphosed into peculiar characters. They spoke to us through the power of their voices and through the sounds of their strings. The performers had the chance to reveal themselves within three songs.
Without a caution we found ourselves in a retrospection: a 90’s beauty queen begged “Jolene, Jolene… please don’t take my man…just because you can”, some 40 years after the original. Then, all of a sudden, we heard the insatiable wanderlust seekers who presented a song dedicated to Bulgarian National Railways and “the hundreds of journeys” they have been through thanks to or in spite of the “BDZ” (БДЖin Bulgarian) service. The repertoire continued with a pacifist message, depicting how “yesterday” someone saw “a lion kiss a deer.”
While we were still on the same tranquil wave, a boy with an illuminating smile appeared. His invitation couldn’t be more simply put: “Don’t worry, be happy.” Happiness was a big part of what we were feeling at that particular moment; however, there was something more.
Every minute we were getting more and more emotional and, yes, we all sang the refrain of the next song: reminiscing about the guy who “let her go” but then realized that the sun doesn’t hide when “it starts to snow.” Soon, we were reminded of that “beauty queen of only 18” that all lonely girls of only 15 dreamed of becoming. All of a sudden, a change could be sensed in the air. Barefoot, with bare souls and naked smiles, two girls played the ukulele with flowers on their heads, all the while being more colorful than the flowers.
It was not out of the blue that two tall gentlemen conquered the stage: we had already noticed them. Until that moment, every song fell into the acoustic category. Still, respect had to be paid to the good old electric guitar, intervened by keyboards moments. Hendrix-inspired vibes that make your eyelids tremble.
After more than two hours, we finally opened our eyes. Consumed by the warm atmosphere surrounding us, we realized it was time to put our shoes on. Having our souls fueled with peacefulness, we left Skappy’s with the bright thought that musicians add colors to our lives. The night left the impression that music is a healer and a good companion. It is an immense energy that opens our minds and feeds us with inspiration.
This article is a joint endeavor of AUBG Daily’s owls Stella Zlatareva and Rumina Mateva.