Claude Debussy's "Clair De Lune" has only ever been beautiful. Still, Basho's twelve-string arrangement of the piece is one of the most beautiful I've heard. Each note pulled from his guitar sounds as if he's playing to you from the end of a long hallway. Each note is a splash, making its way through the boundless space of an unseen concert hall to reach you.
         I sort of wish the size of the audience remained a mystery, but the raucous applause which closes out the recording doesn't leave you wondering.

"There's a heaven and-
There's a star for you,
There's a heaven and-
There's a star for you ..."

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I have a lot of thoughts about Johnston. About his peers who played his sickness for genius. But maybe it was. And maybe there's a heaven and- there's a star for you. Etc.

"We were galloping manic ...
And I am blue,
I am blue and unwell,
Made me bolt like a horse,
Now it's done,
Watch it go ..."

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What a beautiful song. The two voices are brighter together, and the guitar brighter alone. Even though the lyrics are teetering and almost gossamer, the love they describe shares the same qualities.