I recently discovered the folk musician Tift Merritt, and today I learned that she is also a beautiful writer: “Every note coming out of my mouth is a bird rushing up my throat for the sky. I hardly try. The piano loves my fingers; in time and tone, we are deep, old friends. Sound billows off stage like a wave of color.”
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