
Just six steel strings.

Oh and how I'd wanted to buy it, to have, at last, the chance to catch up on the work of a man I'd admired, but had lost touch with over the years. Now, here they were - six steel strings that dug in, cut the flesh, scarred you in a way you could never heal.
The voices were ghostly, sometimes ethereal, and one had the sense that not only a life, but a whole history had been lived and that these songs marked a passage of time that was(nearly)over. Time passed and every song was like an episode of 'The Twilight Zone': stark, leaving one with a sense of disbelief when the track was over. Was it really over?
The title track hurt like hell, though I think I must have played it thirty times before I played the rest of the album. I recognised myself in the lyrics, bled deeply for the fact that others had felt the same, cried, then bled some more, sang it in bed, let the pain out. Cried again.
Bled again.
Maybe this album didn't take me any further forward, but it did give me a chance to (almost) close the book on a character from my past who had meant so much at a time of change, a time of growth, a time of hope, despair too.
Yes, it meant that much!
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