It seems that the British came up with self-organizing gardens.
Local man-made ecosystems capable of maintaining a decent and quite natural appearance for quite a long time, expecting nothing from humans at all.
What if we all disappear one day?
There are even films about such "happiness".
Although ... For nature, maybe our disappearance will be happiness.
The abandoned garden gives an oppressive impression, evokes a host of memories, worries and reels the soul.
You make your way through the thickets, stumble over a bench covered with loaches and hops, stepping carefully, enter a dilapidated arbor: how will the floor turn out to be a portal to the past, into heaps of rotten foliage and other people's experiences - how will you get out of this?
So here are the British.
Which are the British.
Or even not they.
They came up with a garden that ten years after our disappearance will be beautiful, holistic, meditative and fresh.
Can you imagine this?
All grasses, all trees and shrubs require almost no maintenance, paths and flower beds seem to flow into each other, dissected according to the plan, not with concrete gaps, but with large natural stones, ground cover, especially individualists, who do not tolerate anyone around.
At best, you will not notice the absence of true masters.
At worst, you will consider that this season they decided to spend time on distant seashores.
And completely reassured and pacified, wandering through the marvelous garden, after reading an hour or two of a book, leave.
Keeping inside a certain flair of a concentrated past, an elusive and persistent aroma of the past, which happened long ago and years ago, but who wished, suddenly and suddenly, to reveal itself as the Real in this most magical forbidden garden ...
That's Lenny Kravitz.
You cannot grab it with your hands.
You can linger in his world.
But you are no longer given to become a part of this world.
Such a little musical trick: Lenny is simultaneously living in the present, and in the past, and in the future.
He was born in May 64th in Manhattan, in a creative and wealthy family.
Dad - Sai Kravitz (born in New York, former "green beret" - what else is needed for happiness?) - The producer of the NBC TV News channel is quite Jewish, with grandfathers from Kiev.
Mom, actress and black beauty Roxy Rocker, comes from a family of people from the Bahamas who moved from Miami to the bustling New York City of Brooklyn.
From the age of three, the child of love has talentedly played with a ladle in pans, baking sheets and pots.
The recordings of the first sessions have not survived, but we can guess about their then expression, drawing a parallel of proportion with the current talent of Lenny Kravitz.
His father had friendships and musical affairs with the celestials of jazz - Ella Fitzgerald, Count Basie, Miles Davis, Sarah Vaughn, Duke Ellington, who personally played and personally sang to the sweet five-year-old Lenny (who was sitting on his lap) Happy Birthday.
At seven, he saw and heard The Jacksons in the legendary Madison Square Garden and was smitten with them forever, recognizing them as the best vocal group.
With great pleasure he listened to James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Al Green, Stevie Wonder, Curtis Mayfield, Gladys Knight and many, many others from the Motown and Stax labels, and others too.
And what does this tell us?
Do you know everything about the plants of the botanical garden closest to you?
That's the beauty of not: they would know, and they would mutter to themselves, counting the pistils and stamens.
At times (I will not say that always) happiness is in the dark, because, take it, we list all those who (in his own opinion) influenced Lenny's musical work, here will be The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Grateful Dead, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Kiss, Pink Floyd and The Who.
And a few more pages of enumeration text.
And that's enough for that.
And about the distant similarity (the devil is in the details - and who only, I would like to know, makes those details and at which plant?) Of his style with the styles of Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon (this one, how did he get here?) of the lazy.
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And now that's definitely enough about that.
Lenny Kravitz has no style.
Except for rock.
Wild, natural, self-reproducing.
A mixture of ethnicities and blood.
Music is a background, worthy from childhood.
Pain and joy of losses and worries.
Love.
Loneliness.
The meanings of life, which are simpler than the simple ones, but we, mortals, are in no way given in our hands: make happiness, tie up with war.
And this is not about naked pacifism - about a reasonable life ...
Think: he is, and he is not at the same time.
All albums are fitted like cartridges in a clip.
No checkpoints, no nonsense.
I don't name one on purpose - you either heard or will hear.
Dig it up.
You will find yours.
By rhythm and heart.
Lenny is the elixir of youth.
By the way, he studied at the only public high school in Beverly Hills in the same class with Nicholas Cage and Slash.
Cage outplayed everyone in the movies, Slash outplayed everyone on the guitar - and this is all about that, about the same thing: a multicultural soup, a self-organizing blooming garden - here no outside help is needed.
Lenny is the elixir of time.
Time passes, but it only gets stronger.
Growing prettier and maturing.
Cuts dreadlocks, grows dreadlocks, cuts dreadlocks, grows ...
What does he care about style?
When is there a heart and sometimes it hurts?
It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over - you've heard it a million times, watched the video a million times.
91st.
Kravitz breaks up with his wife, Lisa Bonet.
How and why?
Because life.
And a daughter.
The magical Zoe Kravitz.
And it just doesn't work for everyone to be and live together.
And it just doesn't work out alone ...
Here we are
Still together
We are one
So much time wasted
Playing games with love
So many tears I've cried
So much pain inside
But baby it ain't over 'til it's over
So many years we've tried
To keep the love alive
But baby it ain't over 'til it's over
(Over, over, over) ...
And in 2000 - Again.
And, judging by the video, also without much confidence that "everything is ok, baby."
But this is Zen rock in general, and Kravitz in particular.
Because "ok, baby" is about the fact that the heart beats, a knock is heard.
But nothing more.
Life is beyond the threshold.
Where it leads, the wisest of the wise will not answer ...
I've been searching for you
I heard a cry within my soul
I've never had a yearning quite like this before
Now that you are walking right through my door ...
Nothing is clear to anyone, but the songs are divine, calm and strong, like ocean waves: it covers, there is no air, the sun barely dawns through the green haze - it lets go, throwing it on the sand, and again ...
Day after day.
Album by album.
Not ennobled by anyone.
Growing out of himself.
From the air and light of being.
This is rock.
It is modern - there is no fashion for it.
It is constant - find at least a shadow of primitive limitation.
It is inevitable: the rest is the noise from the crispy wrapper.
Something else?
Listen to Are You Gonna Go My Way, Always On The Run, Let Love Rule.
Yes, you heard them.
And better this one - Fly Away, and let it tear off your head at least for the duration of the track.
I wish that I could fly
Into the sky
So very high
Just like a dragonfly
I'd fly above the trees
Over the seas in all degrees
To anywhere I please
Oh I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah !!! ...
Simple, huh?
No frills ...
But you tell the universal mind this.
Together and laugh.
August is the month of Caesarean.
Sang and heavy.
Like rock.
Long ripened, burnt out to its essence fiery in the sun.
Lenny Kravitz is lounging in a sunny strawberry meadow, strumming his guitar - and everything is fine with him.
Even if not "everything is ok, baby" at all.
Listen to good music.
And you will be happy.
The point of view of the author may not coincide with the position of the editorial board.