With his folky baritone and a simple style of flat-picking David Ayscue lets the lyrics carry the energy, so that the full song reads as a chaptered reminiscence, one thematic page at a time. It is a wistful, elbows-on-the-sill, chin-on-hands look across a rainy Central Park.
Woven into the string of emotions, both remembered and sudden, is that poetic determinism that belongs to the romantic:
It’s a poignant collection of moments. New York, by David Ayscue, is a wonderful example of how we mythologize our past, and create beauty from pain.
David Ayscue is an LA-based singer/songwriter with a stirring voice and a bouncy, intricate guitar-playing style. This song is featured on our Rainy Day playlist.