I’ve liked the Lumineers for some time now, and my son Micah got me listening to their brilliant new album, Cleopatra. When music and poetry come this close together, how can I not fall in love? And it’s just a gorgeous thing when a real-life conversation in a taxi can turn into a work of art that moves other souls who listen.
“If we’re lucky, and we listen, the song is gonna tell ya what it wants.” I’ve said this about the way I write poetry. It’s important to listen.
And a bonus, just because I can’t stop listening to them today:
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