“Baby” – a love letter from a distant home

We start with a bass line. Drumsticks count in unusual time. When the acoustic guitar starts playing, not only does it have a delay, but seems unable to find a rhythm.  Is this an actual song or did someone record a rehearsal and tried to pass it off as music? There is a feeling that nothing coherent could arise from such indecision. The sounds weave in and out until; finally, it all impossibly comes together into a groove. What we have then are beautiful major chords, an unusual 6/8 tempo that is always on the verge of setting itself loose. Out of nowhere, strings over strings appear, threatening to take the song into another dimension. By the time we think things might go too far, a voice pulls us back to earth and into the song’s reality. But what is this reality?  (attention to the most recent comment)