He stood on the stage staring out at the crowd, not really engaging them with his eyes. But not ignoring them. Their eyes, of course were fixed on him, which is kinda unbalanced, but come to think of it even in one on one conversations you hardly ever stare into each others eyes for a sustained period of time. It gets a bit intense if you do.
He fiddled with the mic stand, smiled to himself and called out to the bar through the mic.
‘Ligo neraki parakalo’
The bar man fished into the ice cooler and pulled out two bottles of water, handed them to a friend, who walked them to the stage.
The singer smiled, opened the bottle and started to drink, the cheap plastic collapsed in his grasp and the water started to escape down his chin. He ignored the stream, put his lips back to the mic and spoke again.
‘Water is life… Nero enai zoei’
He threw the half empty bottle into the crowd, turned to the band, bounced his head and went at it.
It wasn’t till later that I started to think about it, his gesture didn’t really scream anything in particular, in the moment I was more captured by the comfort he had on stage, but later I thought about water, about plants and food and us and our everyday need for water. Our constant question of what we need to survive, company, love, friendship, laughter, food. Maybe in the simplest form, if you boil it all down, what we need is water. Water is life.
Life From the Dirt 