There are songs you admire from a distance, and some you promise yourself you will one day learn properly. For me, one is Waterloo Sunset. A small miracle disguised as pop song. Written by Ray Davies, it does almost nothing and everything at once. The narrator watches two lovers cross a bridge. The sun goes down. That is the plot. On piano, I imagine it differently from the guitar original. I hear the top notes ring. I hear the bass walking gently accompanying the feeling of observation. The song is about witnessing which is harder to play than it sounds. One day I will learn it. Not to perform it necessarily, just to understand how something so unassuming manages to glow for sixty years. Some songs you cover. Others you approach like a quiet church.