Compass Rose
Birthday of
"Compass Rose"
At the beginning was…
No. Not a word.
At the beginning was I.
Well, in some way it just happened. But that's not my fault! The guilty one is not I. It just happened so! That's it.
And then was year 2008. August.
And then, of course, was the word. And said I: "Let be the music!"
Here everything started…
I'm sitting, not disturbing anyone, and thinking about what could I make up so… - for the life to become brighter and more interesting. At this moment, from nowhere, the sky is getting filled with an unreal flight of ravens.
They circle around the park and shout crazily bringing clouds and wind on their wings. The leaves fade out and fall down, water in fountains gets dark, guitar strings tear up, laws of physics refuse to work, and the sky becomes purple-black. Thunder, lightning, roar and light - right behind my back… I turn over…
- Îh! Who are you?!
- I'm a drummer.
- Where has such appeared form?!
- Well… Have fallen down, as you see… Has brought me…
- Ì-m-m… Fallen down. Nearly upon my head. Well, if a drummer, then probably it's fate. OK, let's go. What else to do with you…
And we went. Where? - Then, probably, we didn't really know.
We were walking and walking, wandering and wandering, stamping and stamping, and, somehow, had come. Where? - Who knows. We look - a glade. Flowers marvelous and strange, a streamlet is murmuring, birds singing, mosquitoes buzzing. Breaking through the flowers… And flowers, it should be mentioned, oh what flowers - huge, great and colorful. And covered us all this romanticism with heads, and drew us to lyrics… Oh! What is that he's bringing me? Wow… He's bringing me a flower! Such a huge dandelion! How nice!
But the dandelion showed to be not normal, but absolutely intricate… Was there a flower like a flower. Well, not without the elements of paranormal, of course, but in general OK - Chernobyl as it is - happens. But the flower thought up to open the petals. The dandelion opens and there sits… Wow!!!
But we recognized him instantly! It just couldn't be anyone else: definitely a guitarist. And what do you think? - It really was one.
What to do, nothing to do with him, so took we him with us. "Let it be, - we're thinking, - might be helpful".
And really helpful he was: now we knew where we were going. Where? - To search for music.
Our music. And such, that nobody else has, but what hasn't been before, but what will be.
Such, full of events and oddity, was the birth day of "Compass Rose".
But that was just a beginning.
Legend about Bass Players
As you, of course, understand, a singer, a drummer and a guitarist - that's great. But if the three of us were able to make music, it was necessary to have a bass player, as a minimum, to make that music sound and live. So we took off for the search of a bass-guitarist. But where were we to look for one?
Good bass players do not wait at crossroads and do not come on their own. So we started to dig. Digging we were long and persistently, doing our best, had dug thought the half of the city. But bass players are special creatures and hide deep.
Still, we managed to dig one out. A good bass player he was. But it didn't work out. Because music is not in professionalism, but in people. So it happened: was there a bass player, and no there is a bass player.
Well, nothing to do, we went digging over the second part of the city. Were digging long and persistently, doing our best, had dug through the second half of the city. But the bass-guitarist as was not present, so remained.
What to do? Sitting. Smoking. Thinking where else such a rear creature as a bass player might live. Were thinking and thinking, but hadn't thought anything up.
What to do? Sitting. Smoking. Then see - one is coming on his own! A bass-guitarist! A real one! Wow - and such things happen?!
But didn't last long our happiness. The second bass player went away to competitors - competitors have propagated in such numbers… Walk here some, take away bass players, you see. And bass players are, of course, interesting species…
What to do? Sitting. Smoking. Nowhere else to dig. Aren't coming on their own. Strangely, nothing is going on. How can it be? Sitting. Smoking.
Hey! Look! What is that? - Competitors are coming and bringing a bass-guitarist. Such a good bass-guitarist, already tamed, trained. Wow! - And such things happen?! And they are giving him away! - "Take, - they say, - use".
"Don't you need such an excellent bass-player?!" - we ask.
"That's it. We aren't competitors any more. We have decided to earn, not to play music"
Well, we didn't beat off long, didn't refuse long, and weren't being persuaded long.
What about the bass-guitarist? - A bass guitarist… Nothing. Just stayed and got accustomed
The Tale of Tsarina Music and Compass Rose' Search for a Pianist
However, no matter how strange it might seem, it wasn't the end. It wasn't enough for her majesty Music, and She had demanded more. "Give me, - she says, - a keyboard player! And not like the ones others have, but a lady noble and outstanding. To serve Me faithfully and truthfully, to listen to Me, and to create Me!"
Compass Rose got puzzled and sad: where to get such one? They've been thinking for a while, deciding and rethinking, but didn't come up with anything. Nothing was left to do, since Music is a demanding lady, so they started off into a journey - to search.
Breezes o'er the ocean play,
Speed a barque upon its way
To foreign shores, to foreign states
We have been both here and there -
Wonders wonderful observed.
On fine stages we performed
And on last day of our tour
Noticed in the concert-hall
Brighter than the sun at noon,
She outshines the midnight moon;
In her braids, a crescent beams,
On her brow, a bright star gleams.
She herself is sweet of face,
Full of majesty and grace.
When she speaks, her sweet voice seems
Like the flow of tinkling streams.
That's it, - we think, - here she is! Catch her, catch!
Found! Caught! Tamed!
C'mon, - we say, - play! Because Music has all exhausted waiting for the pianist.
She played.
…No. Not that. Why all these Mozarts- Beethovens? That won't do. Mozart and Beethoven are, of course, good, but it already was. We need own music. And such, that nobody else has, but what hasn't been before, but what will be.
- Oh! That you had to say form the very beginning! Got it!
And she started playing. Note after note, key after key, violins and organs, flutes and harps… Music was listening with delight, started smiling and got kinder. And the Whimsical Madam from Her lordly hands gave us one more huge chest of inspiration - a present.
- Create, - she says, - and so, that I sound not like with others, but like never before, but how will be. I will be living with Compass Rose, will sound in Compass Rose, and Compass Rose will be presenting me, like I have never been before, to the world. Be so!
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