The Vigil Beside the Wound
Klimt tried to paint it. Cline sang through it.
Her voice loops in a place like this. Somewhere cold. Somewhere her body never went but the sound did. Grocery store. Waiting room. Car radio at a red light. You don’t need to know the words. You know it’s the Cline.
She tried to record “Crazy” just once before. Her ribs wouldn’t let her. A June car crash had brushed her up against death and made it too hard to reach the notes. What we hear now was recorded one week later. A single take in October 1961.
