Tabitha Ray:
26 Feb. 2024
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My grandfather's bluegrass songbook is filled with down-tempo ballads about lonely graves and long-lost loves. Bluegrass, like Gunderson's Heath, refashions the small, the personal, into matters of great weight; operatic emotions coursing through a down-home tune. What a gift to give your grandfather– Lear's language to meet the feeling of the moment! I lost my grandmother to an aggressive form of dementia. Bluegrass hasn't made my grandfather feel "better", but, to borrow from the canon, it must "give a very echo to the seat where love is throned". Gunderson, Shakespeare, and bluegrass know that feeling better isn't always the point. ”