The first few notes wrap themselves around me like a familiar, well worn sweater, like a rich aroma that fills every pocket of air. The words come slowly, seductively, and I sigh. These lyrics, this music, touches a place in me that is filled with my deepest longings, my best hopes, and my fullest love. I find that as I listen, I am drawn both into myself and away from myself. Memories flood my mind: late night talks, long drives in the Kentucky hills and the Colorado Rockies, walking to school through the thick forests of the Endowment Lands in Vancouver, and friends--friends who have shared this music with me. And I find a renewed longing for deeper relationships, for meaningful conversation, for others for whom these songs resonate somewhere deep in their souls.
I'm going to go make a cup of hot tea and melt into the music of Over the Rhine.
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I remember your drive from Kentucky to CO in your BRAND NEW 1997 Corolla. To a kid from Montrose, that car might as well have been a corvette. Awesome. Thanks for commenting - great to hear from you.
JP
Jeremy...funny...I still have that car--with a few more dents. There's nothing corvettish about it these days. But, oh, the memories of when it still smelled new.
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