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Still I Reach – Memories of my Father.
My Dad — a virtuoso, once hailed among India’s finest — was one of three English gentlemen credited with bringing Western classical music to India, helping to lay the foundation for a tradition that would echo for generations.
His artistry shaped the sound of a nation, and his influence touched the lives of his students who would one day stand on the world’s grandest stages – L Subramanian (US) Zubin Mehta (Pavarotti’s conductor)and Jerry Fernandez who finished his LTCL (Licentiate of Trinity College, London) with honours.
At 58, he came to Australia, carrying with him not only a large family but the resonance of those concert halls, the applause of audiences, and a burning ambition to let his music speak here as it had across the seas.
But the stages he sought here remained closed. After countless auditions and unreturned calls, the verdict came cold: retire from music. As if the brilliance he carried, the decades of mastery in his hands, no longer belonged.
For a moment, the weight of those words threatened to silence his song.
And yet, as the lyrics say, “Still I reach… still I dream… still I ache for what might be,” he held fast to the stage in his heart – This has been captured in the song.
One year later, the story turned. The same man who had once closed the door called again — this time with an invitation to perform with the renowned Sydney Symphony Orchestra. That moment lit the fuse of a second act.
From there, his music would rise again — with the Russian Bolshoi Ballet, the Kirov Ballet, and in celebrated musicals like Hair and Jesus Christ Superstar.
This song is for him… and for anyone who has ever been told their time has passed, only to rise and prove that true artistry is timeless.
For Vicente Fernandez
The dirt
The sweat
The horses,
Saddles off,
Brushed.
The girl who thinks she is pregnant.
The woman who is.
The man with no money is his pocket
The man with pockets full.
The man who stumbles.
The women who watch.
The broken hearts
The soon to be’s
The finger waggers
The I-will-nevers
The I-told-you so’s.
But listen!
Everything stops.
The world and its noise
And clatter and-
He sings!
Listen!
You can hear
The sound of falling in love
The quiet flames filling space
And space and space again.
The skirts swirl
The men dance when they couldn’t before.
El Charro!
El Charro!
Nothing is wrong
When we hear your voice
Fill the night
Across our lonely plains
And valleys and mountains.
Turn up the radio
Turn it up loud-
Loud.
El Charro sings!
El Rey!
He sings!