A heads up that this one is a little raw. I’m ok with it being out there, but it’s not how I necessarily feel today. It was in response to the news of Glen Hansard’s death, and the questions it prompted in me about my own life. Glenn Hansard's death stopped me cold, not because of the Oscar or the mythology, but because of how fully he seemed to show up for his life. He loved the people around him. He felt genuine joy in performing whether he was on a street corner or a stage. His lyrics understood darkness, but he knew how to channel it into his art rather than spill it onto the people he car
