I make no apology; sweetness has its place, and if you can
make it past the initial stills, the video is pretty damn sweet!
But I’m posting this for the music, which I judge to be
melancholy rather than sweet. I became a great admirer of Maire Breatnach when
her album ‘Angels Candles’ had me reaching for the keyboard to write When the Waves Call. On the surface she
would hardly make the cover of Vogue, but who could say that a person capable
of writing and playing music like this isn’t beautiful? I’ve never heard
anybody so at one with the viola, the instrument of sunset.
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