Crowds nodding their heads casually, some within reach of his presence and others hopelessly trying to catch some sort of vibe. I mean where you place yourself in this crowd is confusing and still doesn’t make sense. Grave facial expressions, twisted ones in fact but somehow there is a pursuit for love in this place. We have all come here to find something, to meet something just not ourselves. We have come here for him, he, Sampha.
It takes a while for the realisation to settle but the ethereal sound will do something to your soul, something ineffable. Will I experience such a scene again? In my dreams maybe. But Sampha was more than a performance, he was an awakening and I did wake up. His artistry had placed things into perspective, one that I convinced myself that I had found already.
His sounds and visual production communicated to me that I needed to be more tenacious and less of a loather. A brief disclaimer to my reader, but this time I will move with action, move with speed, move with something. Even if it means losing yourself because new knowledge gained is self found. Now I proceed to the more critical part of his performance.
‘What the moon projects the moon protects’ – such words speak to the idea of allowing yourself to evolve to a level of spontaneity that you could never imagine. Sampha as an artist speaks to us not just because of his epic sound production but his lyrical vernacular which speaks to the ‘Coming of Age’ through a combination of grace, love and truth all of which are components of his magical composition. The ‘Coming of Age’ is made complex because of a range of factors, age, the strange realisation of awkwardness and the not knowing who you are thing. It’s a peculiar interim, a space that is not yet void but not completely occupied. However, ‘Indecision’ deconstructs the emptiness of the imagined scene. This is an artist that is daring in all ways, he departs from conventional sounds and provides us with a nostalgic tone. Somehow in the nostalgic tone I knew myself in that moment watching him. We knew each other, whether this resonated with him or not. Sampha my dear, we are both under.
Music is the only remedy for madness, the rest is all speculation.