This man’s music ( bladdy Ben Harper) saved me when I was at my lowest. His Winter for Lovers album was on repeat as I grieved my father. That’s the beauty of an instrumental album, I reckon. With no voice to anchor you to to an emotion or experience, travelling wherever your grief and sadness takes you to is easier. And so is the way back home.
My Noel has passed on to a somewhere else. We would have listened to this new album together.
His name will be placed inside the temple at the Silent Burn….and I will cry as it flares. Gods, I am so sick of being sad in the desert. And fuck. I miss my friend. But all I have….are these words, my little bit of Music. I can only hope it is enough