I like to read in one of my favorite periodicals where actors are asked what they’d be doing if they weren’t acting.
I think about questions like that myself. If I weren’t a storyteller I’d love to be out discovering bands in the field of music night after night, bridging the gap between the young and unknown shaping and inspiring careers. And most of all bringing happiness to myself, because music has the power to instantly uplift my mood, making the world seem magnanimous, filled with light and love.
Storytelling was discovered from the Lascaux Caves in the Pyrenees Mountains in southern France. A series of cave painting was discovered in 1940 by a group of French children that date back to sometime between 15000 and 13,000 B.C. They depicted a variety of animals and one image of a human being. When closely examined, this mural of sorts actually follows a very simplistic series of events. It tells of rituals performed and hunting practices. It tells a story.
Flash forward to 700 B.C. The first printed story, the epic of Gilgamesh, was created and began to spread from Mesopotamia to other parts of Europe and Asia. The story was carved on stone pillars for all to see, which spread the story around very quickly.
Storytelling comes with a huge stigma. People think you’re either a be-spectacled librarian in an over-sized sweater reading to a bunch of kids under a librarian ceiling covered with asbestos-tiles or a large African man dressed in a brightly colored caftan beating on a drum and telling a story about a conch shell.
Neither of those images is accurate. So I’ll share this cut from a soundtrack I recently discovered and loved the way the music made me feel.