I've fresh off a wonderful concert at Ciao Popolo in Bellows Falls, Vermont, where afterwards, I popped across the Connecticut River to the New Hampshire side to sleep.
I’ve been thinking a lot about that river border- here’s something fascinating about it—this invisible line that divides two states, but doesn't seem to divide the people who live near it. What compels people to live on one side or the other? It’s not like there’s a vast difference between the two places, yet there’s something about that border that holds significance. Especially when people cross back and forth so often, like it's not even there.
It’s a reminder of how borders are, at the end of the day, arbitrary. They're man-made constructs that separate us based on lines drawn on a map. It’s easy to get caught up in them, but when you really stop to think about it, they don't change who we are or what connects us.
For me, that’s where music comes in. Music is a universal language, a bridge that transcends borders. It doesn’t care about state lines or which side of the river you're on—it brings people together.
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