Beyond the petty squabbles of bygone nobles is a familiar thread of my own time. These words feel like the same complaint of the silent, angry and polarized masses.
It’s like seeing a tapestry in the dark – there’s beauty, but there’s also a great deal of uncertainty. And I didn’t know which thread I was supposed to embody.
There’s something fascinating about Sting's rough voice. It lends itself into the melancholy of Dowland’s Elizabethan music in a way that is truly unique.