Before I talk about this week's Flavor, feel free to give this song a listen (hint: it's the topic of discussion).
But then this song started.
The haunting, aquatic intro started, and I couldn't help but be intrigued. I stopped what I was doing and turned up the radio. The sole, lonely voice opens with a plea, and a jarring one, at that. I won't ruin the experience for you. The simple melody and calm voice betray, or perhaps amplifies the power of the message, the message of 'I love you, goodbye.' At the conclusion of the song I sat back in my chair, shaken, moved to tears by it. I'd forgotten what it was like, having music hit me so hard.
In books, I've read about traveling bards and singers playing in taprooms and the common rooms of inns, moving the crowd to dance, and sing, and weep in their seats, but I never really believed it. Sitting at my desk with tears in my eyes and the company of absolute silence I started to believe it. The next song started, but I needed to hear it again, to hear the simple goodbyes of a doomed man. My heart had cracked, and though it sounds strange, I wanted it broken.
I listened to it for the first time yesterday, and at least thirty times since, each time getting lost in it, terrified of the end but feeling a strange comfort in that it is coming, and no force can stop it.
I am a person very much in love with the music of another age. Music from before I was born holds a magic for me that contemporary sounds cannot match. It's music like this that gives me hope for recovering the artistry, the emotion, that I feel music has lost. This is what music should be, what it was in the days of weeping in a barroom unabashed.
What do you think of the song? Are there any others out there that you'd recommend that are heartrending, meaningful, or just plain silly? Let us know in the comments below! And, if you are looking for other kinds of media that will take your heart in its hands and gently squeeze, look no further than here. See you all next time.