The other night, I accepted an invitation to a house concert. I had never been to one before, and I was intrigued. The artist was Tanya Davis. I have long admired her work from afar and now, finally, I was up close. My favourite (which she played that night) is Art. She is most famous though for How to be Alone (see above).
The night of the house concert, we were ushered into my friend's cosy and beautiful cottage, festooned with fairy lights and we snuggled in to hear Tanya sing.
Tanya is a delicate singer and writer. She speaks and sings of her acceptance of being vulnerable in a world of heart break, and 9-5 jobs, that can (and does) harden many other hearts. With her sweet words and smile, she invites you to do the same, in whatever measure you can muster.
Her music made me take stock of a lot of things in that cosy cocoon, but most of all I came away with the thought, artists are essential to our life blood. Art innoculates us against fear and stress and cruelty. Artists, like Tanya, often produce their best work when they choose to put themselves into delicate, precarious states, right on a line between danger and safety. She volunteers to be a vulnerable species. She does this for art, but also to help us all stay as resilient as possible.
The song I loved loved loved that night is one I want sung at my funeral: Don't Bury Me.