It’s as if Taylor Goldsmith went for a long walk in Laurel Canyon and kept peeling back the layers until he found three stories that made sense of what his eyes saw and his heart felt. It opens plaintively – heavy chords of a piano and then his Taylor Goldsmith’s voice, naked and personal. We hear of the suicidal man overwhelmed not by any one thing, but a “little bit of everything” and he’s saved by the humanity from an unexpected quarter, the jaded police officer.
The song gets on a roll, the music begins to build as we hear the second vignette, “a little bit of everything” becoming an expression of gratitude. An older man at the bottom of the wall, everything he had gone, yet, yet, yet…there are those biscuits and the beans, small joys that can save our lives. If you’ve never wept tears over a helping of mashed potatoes, this verse might lead you to it.
In the third tale, we listen as the noise in our relationships, all the day to day that we call necessities, that cloud over what matters, crowds out the love. And then it all gets wiped off the table leaving us with the profound and the love that persists.
It’s a song that does not play well in the background. If it comes on the car radio, pull over, take a deep breath and let it soak into you.
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YouTube: https://youtu.be/6XmgBS9tCo0?si=vCrPoApxFiupOJOF
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