Listening to this piece of music in the right setting can bring tears to your eyes. Well, it does to mine anyway. I guess being a Yank it plucks all the right emotional strings. But I think anyone who hears it feels that it’s somehow familiar and ancestral, even though it was only composed in the eighties. There is almost a visual movement and a sense of open skies that fits this image so well.
Pampas grass may technically be a weed, but it cuts a soft and intricate pattern against the clouds.
Image Soundtrack: “Ashokan Farewell” by Jay Ungar