Music Remember Marillion’s 1980s heydays, with the band led by a compelling Caledonian performer and singer-songwriter going by the name of Fish?

There was a time I was a huge fan of Fish’s world. A world full of consistant pieces of music, epic stories and significant lyrics. A timeless world without regard to any consideration other than his own rules. The Scottish singer, real name Derek William Dick, born 25 April 1958, wrote the lyrics of songs like a journey. His tracks could last 6, 7, 12 minutes. He never gave a shit to radio needs or commercial recommendations. Welcome to Fish’s free world, my friend.

Today, I feel tired. Frustrated. Worse! My teen heart is bleeding. Why?

With the Scottish singer announcing his retirement, all he could talk about in his interviews is money. And we have no choice but to note that each damned time an artist talks about money, he always sounds like a wreckship. Literally.

Just think about it and you’ll tell me: would you like to hear Baudelaire talk about printing costs and logistical issues? Or, Michelangelo pointing his finger on the prohibitive cost of marble? For certain, we wouldn’t.

We need the artists because they are not like us. Because they help us to escape our own contingencies. We need Art (and artists) because they are above and beyond every limit of this world. That’s why Art (and artists) make us dream, fly, think, laugh or cry. Thank them, we don’t belong here and now. Thank them, we can reach a little bit of eternity, a little bit of the other side.

After you successfully resisted to listen to a Fish’s interview till its end, you get why this man is the type you ask what time it is, he’ll start explaining how to build the clock, and why zinc alloy shouldn’t be used to make handles.

Well, after so many uninteresting interviews « revealing » so many useless points, we probably have to thank Fish for the full body of his work. As he wanna be a goat keeper, as the time of farewell has come, it’s certainly not so hard to say good bye. As far as we’re concerned, it has been a long time — far too long — that we’ve been tired of him not being retired. Now it’s done, but and you know what: it’s okay.

Marillion is just another rock band I worked with Fish, Papa « blah blah » Smurf