On around hour three of ongoing insomnia one night last week, I decided to channel those extra waking hours into creative output instead of continuing to think about {{{all this}}} instead. Then I contacted my hugely talented friend, Stefan Weiner, to see whether he’d be up for an 11th hour collaboration. He gamely complied.
This one goes out with love to those holding losses of all kinds alongside everything else tonight, be it a silent one or surrounded by others.
Happy-ish holidays to all. And a lot more to come, a lot more often, very soon.
- Rebecca
Silent Night (Grievers’ Version)
written by Rebecca Soffer and Stefan Weiner
Grief, you pest, you’re that house guest,
Who overstays, makes a big mess
You love to sob in the grocery aisle
On the subway, going through the turnstile
Sitting on top of my chest
Sitting on top of my chest
Grief, you brute, in a red and white suit
Ruining the party with your big attitude
You come down the chimney when I’m doing fine,
Break all the ornaments, drink all the wine
You take the flavor right out the food
Take the flavor right out the food
But Grief, you’re a sly, irreverent guy,
Teaching me lessons I wouldn’t learn otherwise
You show me love doesn’t follow the rules,
And sometimes hope hides with the sharpest of tools.
So Grief, I toast you tonight,
Grief, I toast you tonight.
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