Although I know that it's almost impossible for one to express thoroughly the dearest things to heart, surely I would just go and try for this one. Skywatchers and their two year old Handbook have been an irreplaceable musical discovery in my life from the moment I heard their exceptional tunes and beautiful poetry. So now, though I really do not want to turn this into a 'personal story of a discovery', I should admit that it's not easy just to give a brief outline of this infinite journey.
Let's see. They originally come from England's a far and surely a cloudy town. We do not know how they managed to fall on the confused and crowded streets of a middle-eastern city, with what myths to walk on. Let's not take interest in this part of the story. While Kevin Pearce, calls himself 'a gifted troubadour', had kept on taking the 'sky watchers' feet off the ground with his experimental electronic band, I Monster, he came across an old observatory on the hills of Derbyshire he says and continues:
<< Skywatchers have an album. It is called The Skywatchers Handbook. It is a story of escape from gravity of the Earth to the weightlessness of space. It begins in a field of lonely Victorian flowers. Electronic and scientific pulses cross-pollinate with the vibrations of bucolic wooden instruments. The old and the new. The wood and the alloy.>>
Extremely convinced to experience this escape, we start our journey with Dead Flowers for Her. Coming down this beautifully sad scenery of a Victorian valley, we are evoked and may be even changed for love. We surely are ready to smell some more from this story.
Then they strike with The Curious Village, whistling very gently: 'Open your minds to darkness!'. Agreed. Village is followed by Rhythm of Ashes, a personal favorite. It is a pile of powerful musical arrangement and a precious story to 'shake' a daydreamer's rare imagery.
Serves Me Right. We're already in the capsule, we're speeding up. Our heads go so high that we never want to come down to earth. Truly.
Then The Lunar Tune surrounds us. We are looking for reasons to stay in this very pretty scenery. So delicate, gentle. If the tip of the nose aches with the spell of the dream, it is perfectly fine.
They ask on purpose now: << Do You Want to Go to Space, Young Man? >> Here, young man, in this scary infinity, do you really think you could last? Alone and infinite? The answer is given: << Let's go further. We may not be alone as we think we are. >>
Ever Felt the Sky? How "not alone" are we? If there are enough of us, let's not wait, let's go! Because, you know, we can learn about going away while we are on the road, no? And so we arrive to the Small Lights. A great vision to rest before we start hearing the drums again.
Drums usher in for the last words: Keep Watching the Sky. The mark of the story.. We're here, in the nameless place where hopes, dreams and many other possibilities reside. This journey we've been in is far beyond comprehension and we are sure that this is not the ending at all. Thankfully, we know, this peculiar destination has a lot more to show to a curious mind.
All in 36 minutes, 50 seconds. Really, how many hours did it take Felix to reach Stratosphere? Since 2010, the story of some lucky people is only 36 minutes and 50 seconds. It is spun with delicate notes and turned into tender poetry with the hands of some gifted imaginations. And now what is left for us is to remember, be grateful and get ready again for the on-coming winter. Remember it with curiosity and hope. Love the sky and the ones that make you watch it from a closer stage.With deep love from the outer space.