There’s something incredibly natural about the whole thing (being at Haywood Street). Maybe that’s because there’s no chance to be introverted, one doesn’t have to decide to engage with the community–It’s by God going to engage with you whether you like it or not.
I definitely made a friend in a guy with a guitar missing its high E string, with whom I harmonized on some songs after he’d eat and then came back out to the waiting area. His voice was hoarse and the room was loud and his speech was not clear, so I hardly understood a single word. At first, he didn’t realize I was a singer, so when he started playing “I’ll Fly Away” and “Will The Circle Be Unbroken”, my harmonies delighted him no end. One of the few things he said that I was able to understand was, “I like your harmonies, and I like you.” If I remember next week, I’ll try to bring some spare guitar strings for him, or whoever might need them.
There is something very deep happening here. Again, no words, not really…
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