On the Saturday after 9/11/01, the country was still in a little bit of, I don't know, a fog. Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer were in town that night, and, given Dave Carter's generally atavistic spirituality as a songwriter, that show was one of the singular most moving concerts I've been to. They opened with this track:
Dave Carter died of a heart attack less than a year later, robbing the world of, probably, decades of fantastic songwriting.
Here's one specifically about the events of that week, from a New Yorker and another of my favorite songwriters:
And a hopeful one, because we need it. I've linked this one before, by Mark Erelli, but it's totally worth the repeat: