The particular piece I’m thinking of, hearing the rhythm and tone in my head, is the spoken word part at the end of “Me and the Devil”, which was on his last album. There’s a sonorous-ness where the rhythm is pulled out of the richness of the language and the lovely burr of his voice. It’s heartbreaking and fluid and painful and sweet and plain, all of a one. And, as I said, it reminds me of you.
But I’m also kinda hearing “Whitey on the Moon”; much more angular and crisp.
Gil gives me hope that it is possible to move forward and call people on their shit at the same time; love and anger, without necessarily needing to burn down their house to make a point.
Hope the links come through. My phone is needlessly stupid about those.
Love you, Sis.