The Night We Sang Him Home
I almost didn’t go. For days I had been carrying a quiet dread about the tribute at The Regent. Glen’s death had opened something in me that I thought I had already made peace with – one of those older, private aches that music has a way of finding again. I imagined myself in a room full of people, unable to keep the feeling in my body, and I nearly stayed home. I’m glad I didn’t. I arrived…









