A friend of mine, Amy Ganter, recently wrote a song. She was in the studio early, laid down a solo version with voice and guitar, when Jim and I arrived, sat and listened, she asked what we should add to it. Almost in unison my guitarist friend and I said, "nothing".
It's a simple song, a delicate guitar part, a sweet, natural voice, lyrics of a desire for love, for doing and being what we love above everything else. On a dark stormy night when it is raining bullshit this song is a small, welcome fire to warm oneself by, shelter from the crass and overproduced times.
When a pure, honest intent is expressed simply it doesn't require embellishment. The reason so much of our culture is so adorned with bells and whistles, smoke and mirrors, is that it needs it, we are supposed to see the lipstick not the pig.
"Nothing, do nothing to it, it's beautiful as it is."
I'm pretty sure Amy knew this, was just asking to be polite.