If you felt something reading Dave Grohl’s paean to singing “at the top of my lungs with people I may never see again […] to celebrate and share the tangible, communal power of music” (the Bruce Springsteen anecdote is especially on-point), here’s my reminder to pick up Sarah Pinsker’s A Song for a New Day.

The marquee from that last night Before still had my name on it. Of all the changes and incongruities and instances of past overlying present, I’d never once considered that one. It made perfect sense. The last show before we collectively gave up on trusting each other in proximity, captured in time. A memorial plaque for who we used to be.

(That’s the Pinsker, not the Grohl.)