The first time I heard “My Baby Boy” (2014), I loved the melody and the arrangement, but it was the lyrics that unsettled something in me and moved me every time I heard the song. They made me sad the way a good movie or book can. When I listen to the song today, it still sounds sad, but it’s a different sadness: the words no longer tell the story of a fictional character – they now erupt from my own mouth in a scream. Sometimes art takes a step toward reality, but there are other times when it’s lousy reality that insists on moving you closer to the art.
As requested by readers, my narration of the story in English is followed by a bonus recording in Hebrew. This week, I'm reading Yehonatan Geffen's poem, ״Too Close״.