For Sam Baker
In perfect poems, He honours the forgotten And shines his light on Whispered honour. His broken fingers pick out a pretty world And the pain is beauty, Within and inseparable. How painful, and how beautiful are these day. My very soul is sweetly undone Before the dispersed family Of his songs. I wrote this poem on September 3rd 2020 While listening to the album 'Pretty World' by Sam Baker. The lines 'broken fingers', 'pretty world' and 'sweetly undone' found in the poem are all track titles, and the line 'how beautiful are these days' is written on the inside cover of the album. My brother (and guitarist of The Sewer Cats ) bought me this album for Christmas ten or eleven years ago. Since then I've listened to it, and Sam Bakers other albums, innumerable times. Sam Baker is a unique and breathtaking artist for so many reasons. His songs demonstrate a rare depth of understanding for the human condition and uncover a beauty in places or peop...