On the wood paneled stairwell.

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I believe in music and the stories told. I believe in the communities formed by song. I believe that rhythm and melody can restore and change. While in the doldrums of the strangest Spring there ever was, in the wood paneled stairwell of the best building on campus, we listened to folk tales with histories of finding and forgetting and finding again. The campus is small, and few faces are unfamiliar, but I was glad to share with those whom I’ve never shared a single thing. 

Listen to John Davey, because he’s the tops. Wax Eyes and Autumn Caller are great, too.

And listen to live music at any chance you have. Because it’s worth it.