In Bosnia and in Rwanda, she has visited the sites of massacres and sought out war victims, listening for hours to the stories of widows, bereft parents, people who have lost entire families.
Towards the end of his life, alone and reclusive in a ranch house in southern California, he sat in the dark, listening for hours to the Grateful Dead and devotional classical music, hallucinating about swirling pink mists out of which emerged angry creatures with three eyes.
Thank you for the endless tissues, forcing me to eat something, not asking me what happened, and listening for hours when I decided to finally tell you.
But the core of the meeting is the same as ever: folk musicians, venues, agents, labels, and journalists meeting, mingling, playing, and listening for hours while the wheel of time seems to stand still.
Off The Record (edited by Mitchell Fink, my predecessor at Record World) is a good read, but listening for hours to these relaxed, candid exchanges is a once-in-a-lifetime gold mine.
You might be annoyed by it, you might be bored by it, or you might fall in love with it and start listening for hours, days, months, and possibly years.
