When my mom died last year, I posted a few songs for her and one for my dear departed friend Mina Millett, who died years earlier much too young. The song for Mina was Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae. Mina never heard this song, since it was recorded after she was gone, but Ms. Rae looked so much like a young Mina and the song reminded me so much of good times with Mina on picnics and the like, the bright lively tune always made me cry to the point of sobbing uncontrollably.
Today, I listened again, singing along as I always do.
Today, I was able to sing the song all the way through.
So, Matty Boy, you didn't cry at all?
Read carefully, Hypothetical my friend. I didn't say that.
Today, I listened again, singing along as I always do.
Today, I was able to sing the song all the way through.
So, Matty Boy, you didn't cry at all?
Read carefully, Hypothetical my friend. I didn't say that.
