i am having a nico evening. one of many saturday nights which happen in life, shot through with hope and ache and adoration, and edges of anger, and awareness of the carnival of it all--of being fenced in and seeking, of the splashes of laughter spurting all around, of the blinking and bright lights against starless black above, and my cotton candied and sticky fingers, and then: spying that one small and neglected tent off in the way back of the circus which suddenly pulls me closer. and then to step inside.
this song "the falconer", from her album desertshore, is the perfect thin twist of pray and circus, despair and rapture, birdsong and baroque. her music is hers, and it is raw inviting to me. to glory in it is all i can do.
spend 6 minutes with your eyes closed and come in that tiny tent with me.
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