Thanks again to Jaclyn for her stunning image. When we think of Angels, why are they always singing?
Below is a recording made on a rough old piano, at around 3 AM, when weary mucicians come home after a gig, still wired and slightly high on the buzz of performing, glad of each other and the deep magic we make through weaving sounds into something that is deeply human. There is amazing talent here, but there are notes that do not qute work. It is the very best of us, I think – a little capsule of beauty and deep humanity.
If it is true that the deepest, truest and most authentic part of the world is made of God, then I think this might be where music comes from, filtered through everything we put in the way, but still it leaks out. It reeks of the divine.
May your carols sing into the darkest nights.
(With thanks to Joe, Will, Emily and Sally for the late night gift of beauty.)
