MARIE DAVIDSON discusses sound and silence and the worlds need for hope.
When I was 5 or 6, I was taken to a beach for the day by my father. There, I made a friend with whom I spent the day catching and releasing frogs. No words were spoken, no names exchanged, no common ground established beyond our fascinations for frogs. When the day ended and I had to go home, I was suddenly filled with such complete and profound sadness as it dawned on me that I would never see this friend again. I cried deep, funeral worthy, sobs the whole ride home. In some subtle way this is the nature of the friendship I found, one night at Silver Door, when I met Marie Davidson. Anyone that knows her will understand this I am sure, but for those who don't, I hope this interview will shed a little light on the spirit of this mage.