… and I have to say it made me weep out of gratitude.
I have been going through the mill recently. My crying / suicide disease flared up big style and I had a close run in with a Section 3.
As you will be able to tell from the track title, my name is Andy. This Andy tried to end it all unsuccessfully.
He is trying to validate the fact he was unsuccessful … still – even though he has been sent home from care.
The fact that a stranger is singing a song to cheer me up – out of love and not mirth – is a great boon. The fact Andy & Elizabeth will probably never meet adds to that. The fact that there are people who take time out of their week to try and cheer strangers up with a song is one of the most humane things you can do – except, maybe, apologise to someone who has stepped on your toe for you getting in the way.
Jeffrey Lewis, my favourite anti-folk singer, in his Chelsea Hotel Oral-Sex Song waxes far more eloquently than I ever could about about chance encounters and them making an indelible mark on one or more parties. His second album, incidentally, was called It’s The Ones Who’ve Cracked The Light Shines Through and his debut album was The Last Time I Did Acid I Went Insane – but this blog article is about a women.
The woman in question is Elizabeth Veldon.