by Mark Saleski
Most of the people reading this aren’t familiar with Christine Hayward. She’s a singer/songwriter from my area. Me and TheWife™ attended a show she headlined last night, along with Klessa and Son of the Renegade. The audience, cozied into the center of the local bookstore, sat in rapt attention, transfixed by Hayward’s gorgeous voice. Supported only by her ukulele, her singing was yet another reminder that, despite the seemingly endless ugliness that tries to dominate our culture, there are always points of beauty to be found.
This is the point where I’m supposed to draw some parallel between these kinds of musical experiences and the solidarity that was common early on in the post 9/11 era. Well, I’m not up to it. Most of our empathy has been drained out of us. It seems that we’d rather demonize the other than actually use our brains to come to solutions to anything.
That’s why I’ve checked myself out of the process. There are recordings to be listened to and the related activities of musical evangelizing to engage in. Life is too short to let the buffoons win.
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