Bury you burdens....

There is a beautiful juxtaposition realized from listening to William Elliot Whitmore's Field Songs on the CTA. Whitemore's smoky voice trembles over a banjo and six string, and tells of stories of sorrow and regret, and the scenes outside of CTA windows tell the same. The recordings of sparrows in the background that bookend all the songs on the album oddly sync with the whisks of passing cars on the Dan Ryan. Maybe it is because I know where to look for the the desperate, homeless, in this White city, but the characters Whitemore presents in his songs are as big shouldered as our own.