"My inside's on the outside..."
Fran Healy's ability to communicate thoughtful melancholy in disarmingly charming ways makes me think of James Taylor, in a good way. Emerson Hart of Tonic is another songwriter who has that uncanny knack for making down sound like up, or at lease, breaking even. I have spent so much of my post pubescent life in a head space that suits this kind of music, and I didn't even know it, because initially I limited my taste to Hip Hop and Alternative. I didn't grow out of that kind of music, but I grew into others. I had something I wanted to say to people I cared about, without ornamentation or self-conscious posturing. I just wanted to sincerely share my feelings, all of them, not just the genre-approved emotional palette. That's what this is song is all about.
Basically TBR (Toilet Bowl Reading).
Through 2014 each post was named for a song, which is linked in its title. click to listen (preferably launch in a new tab or window though)
2015 onward: I have no clue what will inspire my rambling, as if I needed anything in the first place? The reigns are off, and the rambling truly begins.
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