There was a specific, structural tenderness to the way Glen Hansard handled a song. With a voice that felt gritty with life experience, as if polished by sandpaper, the former frontman of The Frames, Grafton Street busker, and Academy Award winner routinely made use of his whole self when performing, as if his body was merely a vessel purposefully built for the delivery of truth. Yet that same rawness has occasionally spilled over into the messier, more litigious public square, dragging his earnest bohemia into the unforgiving light of online scrutiny and civic friction. This Wednesday morning, at 4:30am, Hansard died…

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