Vintage Season
Vintage Season
Nathan Brown
Book editor
Signs Publishing Company
I had listened to Vintage Season’s self-titled debut album only a time or two before seeing Emily Rex and Jarel Kilgour perform at the Manifest Creative Arts Festival in March. But when the two took to the temporary stage in the foyer of Avondale College Seventh-day Adventist Church, I recognised their songs, demonstrating the distinctive and solid core to their seemingly ethereal music.
Equipped with only their songs, voices and a guitar, Em and Jarel held their own amid the passing crowd, causing more than a few to pause to listen longer. Of course, the album has more instrumentation with gentle jazz styling but the sometimes playful, lilting vocals—from the matured-voiced Emily—are what give Vintage Season its memorable character.
While “ethereal” is the probably the first descriptor for its songs, Vintage Season cannot be dismissed as merely writing and recording daydream music. A song such as “Least Of These” shows Em and Jarel can get in your ears with an energy that matches their message. Other songs have a storytelling sensibility, but one that still works to set a mood with less attentive listening.
Vintage Season is a confident debut album and one of the high points of the Psalter Music catalogue.
The first time we meet God in the Bible (first sentence), He’s at His creative best: forming, shaping and styling the heavens and the earth. Then He says, “Let us make humans in our image.” While theologians have developed deep ways of describing what the image of God means, it includes creativity.
The least
Wednesday, April 18, 2012I am silent, broken, fragile
Bachelor of Arts (Communication) student
Avondale College of Higher Education
I am
Silent
Ghost in a room of Pharisee-like convention
Quiet observer of the holiness I cannot ever
Hope to obtain
For my clothes are not like yours, and while my
Heart, is open
For me there is no room.
I am
Broken
Mere fragments of the innocence once bestowed
Torn from the dreams I wanted as much as you, yours
The child beside me your judgement call
Shaking heads and whispered words
Shadows of redemption, of which I am not worthy
For I will never be good enough.
I am
Fragile
Hidden by a mask you care not to question
Taunted by my mistakes, troubled by truths hidden under the
Lies
Bruised by the world
Is there no rest for the weary in this place?
For I am invisible to your self-righteous hearts.
I am
The widow and the fatherless
The crippled and the blind
broken and weary
chained and forgotten
I Am
The least of these.
I AM.
This poem won the Signs Publishing Company Prize for best original written piece at the Manifest Creative Arts Festival this year.
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