THE FORMAL OBSERVER in which Boston musician and mental health worker JACK HOLLAND therapizes his favorite musicians via their lyrics. Today, he plops his singer and Spark & Fizz editor TYLER BURDWOOD in the couch.
Let It Shine – Bellwire
I’m never gonna let it shine.
You said it was mine
(this little light of mine).
I’m never gonna let it shine
If that does not give you some pause, consider that before there was rock and roll, there was a man “selling his soul” for it. His name was Nietzsche and he approached sanity’s precipice only to go careening well past into the great beyond. Even Carl Jung spoke of a light. Of course he dreamed of following it, not possessing it.
We have here a spicing up of idiomatic vernacular. Why does one “hide his fire,” so to speak? It serves to ensure possession of the flame. A “Vesuvius at home”––a cherished potentiality. In the parlance of our time, an “un-blown load.” Latent content loves a lid. To open the lid might illuminate the countenance of the gods. To carry the metaphor further I’m afraid would be pornographic. Not on my couch, I say.