By Hinckleyhadavision
It seems like my year has allowed little time or access to new music. The music apps are the only way I listen to music, and they have commercials that I absolutely can’t stand, so I didn’t listen much—even during my long commute. Mostly, I drove in silence—stumbling through the cycles of my own thoughts.
Then, I remembered coming across Justin Townes Earl’s “Harlem River Blues” this spring. I found it glorious in its darkness—the profound hope in the end of suffering. Justin, found it, sadly—for us all.
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