If we run the world with money, can we still walk the streets with love?
A sad, quiet, contemplative number from Plaskett’s sprawling 2020 album 44, fit for those dark nights of the soul that seem to be the only kind we can have any more. It’s a cold, wet November day as I write this, the sun already fading at three in the afternoon, with more rain clouds rolling in, while scattered all around lies the rubble of broken hopes, and dreams perhaps permanently deferred. It’s vanishingly unlikely that anything decent or redemptive will crest the horizon any time soon, but what else is there to do but push, and keep on pushing, ’til we all come around?
It can’t rain forever.
the needlefish 