{"id":13275,"date":"2022-02-21T09:48:48","date_gmt":"2022-02-21T09:48:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/?p=13275"},"modified":"2022-02-21T09:48:48","modified_gmt":"2022-02-21T09:48:48","slug":"musician-of-the-month-ian-fisher","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/2022\/02\/21\/musician-of-the-month-ian-fisher\/","title":{"rendered":"Musician of the Month: Ian Fisher"},"content":{"rendered":"

Foreword<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Sometime in early 2022, in the middle of the fourth or fortieth wave of the corona virus, I got a message from my old friend, Stefano Schiavocampo<\/span><\/a>.\u00a0 He told me that he was editing for a magazine in Dublin and he\u2019d like me to contribute. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u201d I thought, \u201cWhat would anyone need to hear from me?\u201d In finishing this abstract essay now, that thought still hasn\u2019t changed much.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

To be honest I basically just wrote it for him. I hadn\u2019t seen Stefano in over five years. In my memory he\u2019ll always be on fire in the eyes and still at heart. The eternal street musician, at home in the overgrowth of roads less traveled and Tuscan villas. The tarred fingers rolling Belgian anarchist squat cigarettes. The boules champion of mid-evil French castles with a perennial beer frothed mustache grin forever fresh from an Irish dive.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

Though the thought of him is once again on my mind, I still don\u2019t know where he and his family are today. Let\u2019s say Dublin for lack of a better guess. I like to put him there, so I can dream myself back to that place. That rough little city of rain and song. The idea of an audience has become too abstract to imagine over the last two years of separation, so I write these words less to the faceless you and more for my old friend Stefano and my city of maybes; Dublin.<\/em><\/p>\n