Sometimes in the Archives, I’ll let pictures speak their thousand. Pause on words and share an image.
And then, once in a while, a song finds its way to my ears and takes me down in a humble bow to the power of sound. In this place, beyond the mind, there is only feeling. Where every cell is plucked to quiver in remembrance. Where connection is not a concept, but an experience.
Yesterday, a monotonous project on the computer was transformed by the music of Ben Howard. I stumbled across a KCRW studio session of him performing “Depth Over Distance” and suddenly, there was more at hand than Quickbooks accounting. Life breathed new through song.
Music is medicine. Here’s a swig of the sonic elixir.