Missed Connections from Albany
I caught a new breeze but I’m glad our strings crossed.
shithole bar where everyone sings to an out of tune piano,
fiddle with broken strings she died, she died,
her voice, it rings she died, she died,
the truth, it stings.
Thanks to YouTube recommendations, it’s easy to indulge my new-found curiosity of ambient and experimental compositions. For today, I wanted a piece that explored the theme of “broken music” expressed by our Albany poet and the works of Anna Rose Carter & Pleq were a perfect match. Enjoyable for both listening and watching; their videos complement and supplement the music in a beautifully mysterious way. As one reviewer said of them, “You know that place beyond Melancholy, where the clouds part just enough to let a muted joy shine down on you? This music takes you to that place.”