Posting this because it breaks my heart.
Music has that power, to take us into a story that we don’t even know, and within 300 seconds reshape our understanding of a moment.
Great art holds up a mirror to our souls. A simple lyric, an ostinato on one string, the rawness of the human voice and a little dissonance. Grace. Aural grace.
I think that Kim will like this, and Jayne and Jenn and Hope and Mary Elizabeth and Angie. I hope they soak in its grace today.
HT to my brother for his impeccable musical taste and guidance.