Woke up one of these mornings, lacking of sleep as usual, and slightly disoriented (who was I, where was I, did I have a name and so on?), still dark outside. And with all my nerve ends on the outside of my skin.
And as I slowly remembered where I was and who I was my body silently started to scream, “Please, please, please. Love me! In spite of everything else, of who I am”.
One of those mornings when all I needed to know was that I’m loved.
Is that to much to ask?
And what has this to do with music you might ask? Maybe not much, or maybe a lot. Perhaps songs are just like that. Slowly waking up from some subconscious part of my brain, just wanted to be loved for what they are, not what they’re not. Not being perfect, still demanding my attention and my unconditional love. Impossible to resist!
As I said, one of those mornings… and one of those songs…