Shucked and Strummed: “How?”
I decided Ottmar Liebert’s ‘Euphoria’ was the way to go. Soothing electronica cum bossa. It turned out to be a good choice. Perhaps a little rough around the edges for the soothing sight of an untouched snowy field, but I had a bit of stomach-churning angst going at the same time and something a little too perfect wouldn’t have done the trick. I listened to ‘Twilight Rain’ and the thump-thump of the bass drum mimicked the passing telephone poles. The guitar purred, describing each passing field. Hill… expanse… tree… expanse… rolled. A bell punctuated the form, but wasn’t really there. It’s the echo of the bell calling the boys home after a day in the fields. It hasn’t rung in six months, but when the field is this serene, the sound reappears kind of cosmically.