The piano is a delicate instrument. Sure, you can pound away at it and create beautiful things, but tapping only a few keys with a light touch can have the same effect. Ian McGlynn uses this to give beauty to the ordinary. His song "Small Town, Big Hearts" is a slow, sad ditty about pitfalls in a small town, where he seems to be the one with the biggest heart of all.
I'll give you the last verse, just to lure you in:
The sun is reaching through the blinds,
it tricks me out of sleep
I roll over to kiss her cheek,
the pillow waits for me
I rub my eyes, she does her hair,
our lives begin again
Maybe I can't say too much about "Small Town, Big Hearts." It's nearly a loss of words; an unexplainable idea I have in my head. This song is just too good for too many words.
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