Insight from a cloudy day

I’ve been listening to the collected works of the Blue Sky Boys

Listening to recordings from the 1940s on noise cancelling is a strange experience – I’ve been struck by how they perceive their world as both focused and big.  Very big.  History exists as  a wide, multi threaded thing, or so it seems from their music.  A true tapestry of people and events with no direction or progression.

And bleak.  Actually like a more primal Leonard Cohen