Jericho

🎵 And you ask me what I want this year,

And I try to make this kind and clear.

Some songs.

Sound like a letter.

Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days.

A love letter.

A how I'm doing letter.

A wisdom letter.

'Cause I don't need boxes wrapped in string*,

And designer love and empty things.

Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days. 🎶

Maybe all of the above.

Maybe, all of the above.

Don't worry. Not an error. He just likes to repeat himself for dramatic effect. And throw in an extra comma or two.

Do people write love letters anymore?

Love texts, maybe.

Maybe.

Love emojis, for sure.

❤️

The letter song I quoted starts with a piano.

Then you hear the thump of a bass drum.

Then a tambourine (I didn't know you spelled it like that).

And I just like it.

One thing.

Then another.

Then one more.

That's a lot of thens.

Layers of thens.

Then (last one), all at once!

Just another musing from an absurd amused fellow.

Thank you.

Thank, you.

🎈

May you find better.

* - It's "strings" plural in the song but I like the singular "string" better. "[Humming the first part]....Wrapped in string." So inaccuracy and personal quirk wins here. As it often does. Perhaps I have explained too much. If you don't like it, go get your own musings column!