The Faceless Musician Mr. John Berona
By: NHM @Nadynezworld
The Complete Interview
The world as a whole has become hypnotized by imagery and technology. What was once beautiful just because is now the object of critism and judgement and replaced by familiarity with no originality!
Beauty was once in the eye of the beholder but now it belongs only to a mold that is hollow by society and placed on a pedestal of conformity! NHM
Upon hearing the acoustic sound of unfamiliar organs I knew instantly that meeting Mr. Berona would be quite the experience. His rebellion towards social networking, his rage against auto tunes, a vision I myself could never have invisioned was breath taking to say the least.
I'd like to add that myself and Mr. Berona met via internet when in a poetry Forum.
The challenge was to write about passion so true to my character I helped everyone fall inlove with my pen and paper.
I still chuckle at his response and I quote "If you love a pen and paper with that much enthusiasm, how do you love people"? My response, I struggle with love because love has made itself an enemy to me. Everytime its in my grasp somehow I manage to purposely push it away to fall inlove with something else. Maybe I am my own enemy but I'd rather that then be plagued by redundancy! Quite harsh for someone who loves to love but true nonetheless.
Mr. Berona graduated top of his class with a Master's degree in economics. He followed his education with a spotless career amongst great business men. He say's Nadyne I knew I was in the wrong place when I received my first check. Imediately intrigued I asked why.
Mr. Berona: My check was so substantially large for such little work, It's like this the world is starving while I'm being paid for nothing. I was part of a machine of mass production but the product was cheap and the greater good is completely ignored.
I continued asking about his career and his decrease in pay but he instantly said, Nadyne you are a person of substance a person who is powerful but secretly insecure. You are beautiful to the eye of a man who you will never allow to truly love you. You sabotage personal interest because you are scared of losing control, you've failed to understand that you never had control. Why are you so concerned with money and appearences when passion can be stoked by mere sound and even the most impoverished indivual can feel rich if they are passionate. Replaying those words bring tears to my eyes because truer words have never been said. He knew me in one second!
So I respected his analogy and began asking about his love of music.
He said Miles Davis touched his soul so he wanted to live his life repaying the gift. He doesnt play a guitar or a drum, he doesnt play an saxophone or a piano, he pounds on pavement and makes music out of the elements available.
He played me a recorded copy of his song titled Faceless Man. I have to tell you, I was NOT ready. I was so shocked by the originality, the variation can only be described as closing your eyes and leaping from places you are unfamiliar with.
It was amazing!
I continued to ask Mr. Berona about his hesitation to show me his face. My typical assumption was him being unattractive, Boy was I wrong.
How a man with such Model features hides behind empty photos was baffling.
Mr. Berona: Nadyne I grew up on a golden pedestal. The ideal trophy son. Athletic, popular, and as Common as air I heard how gorgeous I was. A perfect white man with baby blue eyes and silky blond hair. 6'2, perfect for magazines. Yet, no one ever saw my passion, they were so mesmorized by the eye gasm that they missed the fact that I was amazing for more than my looks. I was molded for greatness but NEVER by the standard of the ordinary critic. \
WOW
I find myself always concerned with what the eyes of others see. Am I too fat, too short, is my hair perfect, my clothes perfectly pressed, and in one instant This man who to the eye is no sore believe me, I felt idiotic! What substance could I display infront of eyes that never see he uses his passion to see.
Mr. Berona does not post his music for others to hear, he does not care to be rich in hollywood because his hefty salary of ten years is still sustaining him, but he does occassionally share with people. I am so blessed to be one of those people. Hollywood would never understand this art form!
I begged him to let me write this piece and he agreed only if the final draft was approved by him, instantly I agreed and this is the email he sent me.
Dear. Nadyne,
I read your write up and I am speechless. The way you illustrated our conversation was beautiful but you made me sound so intellegent. To know that you got all this out of our short conversation is amazing. I want you to know that you are a beautiful woman, whose talent is far beyond her age. You say you are blessed to hear my art, but the blessing was all mines. I met a 31 year old with more intellect than 20, 50 year olds combined. You are an artist of vocabulary and words are yours to own. I'm humbled by your admiration and proud that you chose me to write about. Please post this but only to show the world that a flaw is not ones character it is ones design but designs are always readily available to be redesigned. You are in a class of your own young woman, It scares me that you are one in a million. Allow yourself a chance to love and live because you deserve it!
Worry less about the visual and just speak they will all love you, if they don't they have missed out!
Sincerly your new fan John Berona The faceless Musician
I AM SO BLESSED I AM SO HUMBLED AND REFLECTION WAS SERVED TO ME WITH THIS PIECE. RECENTLY I'VE SORT OF LOST BELIEF IN MYSELF AND I HURT A PERSON DEALING WITH MY WOUNDS. LORD KNOWS I WISH I COULD TAKE IT BACK BUT I CAN'T! I'M A CONSTANT GLUTEN OF PUNISHMENT WHO TENDS TO LOSE HERSELF IN WHAT IF RATHER THAN WHAT IS. THANK YOU MR. BERONA FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO MEET YOU AND YOUR ART.
ALL I CAN DO IS APOLOGIZE AND HOPE ONE DAY THE CARDS WERE DEALT WILL LEAD US TO THE SAME DECK!
BY: NHM AKA @NADYNEZWORLD
THUS FAR THIS PIECE IS MY FAVORITE OF ALL TIME!
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