I'm listening to some bootlegs of Linford and Karin in my headphones, and maybe it's because they're Christmas songs, or maybe it's because it's been far too long since I've done this, but I'm feeling very warm and floaty and there are chills all over my body as Karin's voice so beautifully and and fragiley rises and falls.
I've written this at least five times, and started over each time more determined to put as much beauty on my side of the equation as I'm hearing in these headphones from the other. Sadly, I'm struggling to even make sense at this point.
This is fragmented and hard to follow, I realize, but I'm going to publish it anyway. I guess I'm just glad that there is so much beauty that exists in the world, and that I have a place to put something like this when I get the urge.
I feel certain that if more people listened to Over the Rhine, we'd have fewer problems in the world today. Now if only we could get the copies to the world leaders and make them slow down and just listen.
"And every mother's child is gonna spy
to see if reindeer really know how to fly."
Cheers,
Mark
