Aaron Weiss – A Stick, A Carrot, A String

There’s something magical about this scene. Aaron with his guitar, an impromptu concert and a cop. One of my favorite Christmas songs. “No clever talk nor gift to bring requires our lowly, lovely king. Come you empty handed you don’t need anything.”

mewithoutYou – February, 1878

It’s like this: No one is writing lyrics like Aaron Weiss. No one. Well maybe Dan Smith of Listener, but apart from those two, there is a void. The first verse to the song goes as follows.

“February 8th, 1878
South of Trout Creek, west of Cedar Lake
On a winding mountain trail of the North Pacific Union Rail
The snow arrived on time, the circus train was running late
Rip spot’s past and all the knuckles worn,
Firebox bursting to the running boards
A pounding in his chest, crushing like a cider press
The hogger rode the throttle ‘round the bender like a flank-strapped horse”