The other day I asked what piece of music would be your signature, the one you’d leave to posterity – some interpreted this as what song [with lyrics], which was fine. I did put a piece forward but now I think about it, it doesn’t answer the question, should anyone ever ask it – what makes the Higham tick.
And how could you get that from a song? There are so many layers to everyone’s character – experiences, politics, religion, sexuality, profession, star signs, Chinese signs, musical and film choices that it might be an impossible ask.
If I were asked to point to that which defined me, I’d point to a book, a football team and a piece of music [below]. Obviously Das Buch parallels my own saga, so that’s the long way to find out.
Geelong Football Club is another very good indicator – they are so like me in that they start any project not inspiring a lot of confidence, pfaffing around, dropping the ball and if the opponent capitalizes, then our boys can become dispirited and it’s a long day.
The linked clip in the previous paragraph starts exactly that way – hell, the boys even have an early goal taken away from them for indiscipline. I know the feeling well. Let me throw in a bovine expression here – gives good milk, then kicks the bucket over.
On the other hand, as the opposition has learnt many times to their cost, if they rest on their laurels even for a second … well, you see the result in the clip. Maybe watch the first few seconds, then skip to the last minute and just check the change in scoreline. And that was against the undefeated reigning premiers, not some bunnies.
The last thing I’d point to is the “music” below, from German group Jane, from the album Fire, Water, Earth and Air. It follows the same pattern – starts wonkily, benignly, even uninspiringly and yet there is a veiled menace in there all the same that things are going to get messy. There is always menace and unpredictability with me, possibly a product of being borderline sane.
It then kicks into gear – ponderous, elephantine for awhile – but then, at 2:47, something much more nagging kicks in, like a second, third and fourth wind or like wave after wave after wave rolling over [see pic at the top], an aggressive bassline and this brings in all sorts of ethereal soaring and plummeting but always incrementally upping the intensity, cranking up the speed – it could go on that way through the night and has done. I once took a Russian girl to a nightclub and wanted to snooze at 11 p.m., suggested we go home but broke through it and was still hard at her at 4 a.m. That’s the sort of thing.
That’s how I’ve always done everything, including lovemaking, any project, sailing, blogging, whatever. An Indonesian girl and I once had three days straight of cyber relations, with 20 minute breaks:
And just when you think that sort of thing is way too intense and is never going to end, that there’s no respite … it ends.
Suddenly. A bit like my life will.
So, that’s me in a nutshell.
I ask you again – do you have a piece of music or something, anything, maybe a rugby team or an artist or whatever, which sums you up, which defines what makes you tick?