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Death Defying Music
Silas House’s Clay’s Quilt
“How many times I wondered,
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it or think of it
It’s life and you just got to play the game.”
Brook Benton can turn cliches into magic, which really means that music has a way of soothing our greatest fears, even if only temporarily.
Twice yesterday I made the comment that at some point we get tired of our lives, this old world, and after watching those close to us pass on, I understand that death might even be welcomed.
But just as those darker moments hover and threaten to last, a piece of a song rises up from those semi-depressive ashes. As long as I can hear that song one more time (and yeah, I’ll take “Rainy Night in Georgia” over most), or as long as someone as good as Sarah Shook finds my ears, I’ll want to hang out despite whatever aches (internal, external) I might have.
The two friends I spoke to about these feeling yesterday were people I hadn’t seen in months, years. One of these, Ariane Malfait, writes across Medium and please check out her poetry/stories. She won a major writing prize yesterday at our college’s Honors Day — so richly deserved.
My other friend and I talked about music and tomorrow’s Record Store Day where things like an old Allman Brothers concert from 1971…