The Least I Could Do...

...Is provide you with what you came for: some somewhat coherent thought on music that I am picking. Well, I will try to do that with the last bit of breath that I have.

Every now and again, you may be in a bar, a library, a reading room, where a song hits your ears, and tugs at your soul. Something that makes you put down your drink, your book, your tea. You close your eyes, and you are transported. An earlier time, the wisp of a hair, the smile long gone. Every now and again, you get that song, that flash, that feeling. Painful, harsh and fleeting, yet somewhat nostalgic; something you wish to continue so you can pin down exactly, where, who when.

Sadly, awesomely, today it's all about a singer, James Morrison. Excellent vocals, great use of the guitar. James Morrison, with "If You Don't Want to Love Me." I had to put down my drink, let my book fall to the floor, and I took off my specs.

I still can't figure it out. I'll enjoy the quandary.
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