Jeff Richardson
There is an hum, barely perceptible within the background; so faint as to defy the qualities of sense. A gauzy whisper telling of things hidden and unrealized. Wonder takes hold of the few whilst disregard belies the mass. Near the end, the drone becomes a chant for all to survey. The mainstream then quick to latch on to new discovery yet, still blunted by the unapparent lead in message. And the piper plays on. All of this from a dark folk song, you ask!