It just became so suddenly obvious, as I'm sitting in this new office, that I have not heard music for almost a whole week. I have not heard many familiar voices, or walked on familiar ground since last Thursday. I have turned on Ben Howard immediately, quickly like the action of running a burned hand under ice-cold water. So that maybe this unfamiliar place where I stand will feel a little more like the forests and wheat fields at home in the Northwest, with familiar music bouncing off tree trunks and earth and the roads that lead between them.
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