“… every time I hear that melody, something breaks inside …”
Tom Waits
Some songs work like that. For reasons known and unknown, they touch us in ways expected and unexpected.
In New York, one never knows when one will hear such songs.
Music fills the city.
Music of all types.
Music made by amazing musicians – professional and amateur alike.
Surrounded by the music, one hears the songs that break us – touch us – stir us – move us – remake us.
Today, while waiting at the Times Square station for the R Train on my visit to Fourth Avenue Presbyterian Church in Brooklyn, I heard a solo trombonist.
I made my way to the sound of the song as it ended. The echoes of the tune ended and he began a new song – a melody that fits Tom Waits’ lyrics for me: Danny Boy.
Thankfully the train did not arrive until he finished. The glow remains with me.
See you along the Trail.
p.s. ‘bones are on a roll as the instruments around me lately.
Along the Graybeard Trail 