““We cannot rely upon the silenced to tell us they are suffering.””
American mixed media artist with an example of her narrative quilts. She authored the phenomenal bool
”Tar Beach.”
“Anyone can fly. All you need is somewhere to go that you can’t get to any other way. The next thing you know, you’re flying among the stars”
I don’t know whether this happens to you much. You listen to a record and it just goes by. Later if you sample it or if you hear a song from it out somewhere, it may reinsert itself into the regions of your appreciation.
It might even become emotionally pivotal. Such is the case with “Tell Me That It Isn’t True.”. I would say that the concept musically and lyrically addresses when uncertainty takes over one’s affairs. The very sound is out of kilter. In particular Pete Drake’s steel guitar sounds like it was forced through a food processor.
The ensemble’s musicianship created some new kind of country sonic sophistication I had never heard the likes of before.
(Charlie McCoy guitar, Kenneth Buttrey drums, and a piano song outro by Bob Wilson that in 10 seconds just does something makes you glad you stayed alive long enough to have heard it. Happy birthday Mr. Drake. You won’t ever be gone