T.S. Eliot said that “home is where one starts from” but one could wonder if that statement even remotely covers the concept. For the most part, the statement is true but the curious thing is: it doesn’t end there. Home is a journey and perhaps the Japanese poet Matsuo Basho said it best when he wrote: “Everyday is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” So if home isn’t just a place but a wider concept, you should be able to take it with you and never have to miss it. But we all know that isn’t quite what happens. We’ve all missed our homes or wished we had one or could create one. In his latest glimmer of brilliance, youngster Max Jury sings of the place, or the concept, or the journey, or the feeling, whichever suits to your interpretation.
“Home” is probably his finest crafted tune to date. The feelings of loneliness and nostalgia, the longing for warmth and security. It all fits. Life is a journey, a tricky one. Sometimes it feels like you are alone in the world and you are losing your grip on everything you hold dear. Even if that is just an illusion. But those feelings of loneliness, doubt and insecurity are present in all of us. We all miss the safety and warmth of the home that could sustain us. Max Jury portrays those feelings in a soulful and relatable manner that sounds both precious and timeless.