song
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leaving a lover, leaving a party, anything you leave, saying good-bye any time, has an ending. with a song, it’s hard to know when. because it’s a small invention. with no conclusions. when I write a song, I’m not theorizing anything. nothing comes together at the end, except the end and the beginning. a return to something as it…
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I was four when began to play music. suddenly, I understood silence. silence is the language of the beginning of a song, when I hold an intruding melody to my chest for the first time. it vanishes at the sound of my voice. it’s the language of the question when I search for a musical phrase and I ask…
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I never know when or how a song is going to end. I do know it has a way of bending. the end of the beginning bends to the beginning of the end. it’s something that eludes formula and analysis. I can’t tell you how many times I have sung “loss,” and how often it was “love” that…
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