You know how sometimes a writer puts something down that just makes you trust their instincts from then on forward? Laura Barton said something beautiful in the Guardian this morning:
We don't sing together like we used to. Oh, we chant in the football ground, we join along with the chorus at the stadium show, we roar along drunk as we wend our way home. But mostly we sing alone, as we hoover the living room, wait for the kettle, drive to work. And it makes me a little sad to think of how we have lost each other's voices, drifted too far now from those communities sewn together by song, where music is the thread that runs from generation to generation and from each to each, joining neighbour to neighbour, sacred to secular, land to sea.