From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
Musical Missed Connections
I had forgotten your face in the rains of November,
and now I’ve forgotten your voice.
I don’t want to remember.
It’s the first Friday of February and I can’t possibly be the only one feeling a bit weary and out-of-sorts. The beginning of the end of winter can be such a challenging time – all I want to do is sit in the warm sunshine and instead I’m confronted with cold temperatures and dark skies. This short and sad missed connection from Chicago made me think of summer days… they disappear in November and by February you can barely remember what it felt like to have warm dirt under your toes. The River is one of my favorites and few can sing about tough times and faded love like Bruce Springsteen. This live version is wonderfully done.
