It all came to a close as quickly as it began. We could not look at each other, acknowledging a sort of bittersweet defeat. Had we succumbed any further, we would have been lost forever. Our hearts, as fragile and feeble as they were, were bursting with encouragement and anticipation. Would we begin to mourn the loss, the closing of a chapter, or would we celebrate the future ahead of us? As we held on to one another, bodies flushed with fever, we smiled in unison. This was not the calamity they warned us about. Instead, it was the renewal of a clandestine love - a quiet and trailing emotion that was growing from the ground up.
I receive two different kinds of emails: those with volumes of information and those that are fairly cryptic. The other day, I received an email in the latter category with just images and an mp3. I was immediately intrigued, albeit somewhat hesitant. Upon listening, I fell in love with the soft guitar strumming and the nearly whispered yet soaring vocals. It maintains a satiny almost cozy feeling, one that is both warm and cold, that left me feeling goose-fleshed. Dark, mysterious and intriguing - like a masked bard singing in the darkest hour of night.
Download “03” here. If you’re interested in more, check out the image below.
♪ File under: nu folk, soft moments, nostalgia