"From This Place" by Pat Metheny
I read Metheny's thoughts and then listened carefully. Seems a good song for our times.
Lyric by Alison Riley
From this place I cannot see
hardest dark
beneath rising seas.
From this place I don't believe
all my hopes
my sweet relief.
From here I say I cannot breathe.
Fear and hurt
again we bleed.
Unsafe, unsound, unclear to me
don't know how to be.
From this place I must proceed
trust in love, truth be my lead.
From here I will stand with thee
until hearts are truly free.
On November 8, 2016, our country shamefully revealed a side of itself to the world that had mostly been hidden from view in its recent history. I wrote the piece From This Place in the early morning hours the next day as the results of the election became sadly evident.
There was only one musician who I could imagine singing it, and that was Meshell Ndegocello, one of the great artists of our time. With words by her partner Alison Riley, they captured exactly the feeling of that tragic moment while reaffirming the hope of better days ahead.
That said, as I approach 50 years of recording and performing, while looking back on all the music I have been involved in, I am hard-pressed to immediately recall in retrospect the political climate of the time that most of it was made in. And if I can, the memories of those particulars seem almost inconsequential to the music itself.
The currency that I have been given the privilege to trade in over these years put its primary value on the timeless and transcendent nature of what makes music music.
Music continually reveals itself to be ultimately and somewhat oddly impervious to the ups and downs of the transient details that may even have played a part in its birth. Music retains its nature and spirit even as the culture that forms it fades away, much like the dirt that creates the pressure around a diamond is long forgotten as the diamond shines on.