This song briefly alleviated the annual melancholy of being a thousand miles away from everyone that I love and care about for the holidays yet once again. Lest I slip too far down that slippery slope, look what happens -- someone comes along and makes something beautiful like this.
Looks like a blustery cold evening, doesn't it? These indistinct people, whoever they might be, have no right to be playing their guitars so melodiously and singing a siren song that's blowing away on a wing and a prayer.
For a moment, I thought this was an example of people steeling their spirit to these dark days but then I realized this was recorded three days before the world shut down, 3-9-2020. May such beauty prevail against all odds.
I love the fact that I can't really see them. We are all just ciphers -- and are fortunate if the beauty happens to come through us for a moment. We can only give it our singular expression, but nobody owns it in a personal sense. Rather, it is who we really are, back behind the facade we so faithfully present to the world.
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