I rather love this song. And being a rather obsessive listener, it’s been on non-stop. If it strikes a chord then I will know every nuance, every hat tap, every little murmur; I can’t tell you how many hundreds of times I’ve listened to my numero uno of 2015. But that’s another story for another day.
Truth be told, it’s been a rather pants introduction to 2016; swimming along the bottom of the fish tank, I might counter. Still, I’m a never-say-die, chin-up-and-get-on-with-it, cry-in-the-comfort-of my-own-car, hopeless romantic/optomist/cheerer of the underdog. This is what my ma would say if she could: forwards with an onward motion, pet. Even when you know that you’re breaking in two. (That last bit is a lyric btw, not a declaration. For now, anyway.)
In fact, being probably only three units into my 14 of the week, some fine tunes playing, already life seems a little better. Don’t play sad songs when you feel sad. Don’t try and change the things you have no power to change. And love the people who love you back.
Happy Friday, people.