This morning I was in the mood for "backroom" music. Low, guitar blues, folksy, smokey lyrics. The late night after the party just a couple people drinking whiskey in the backroom music. Van Morrison popped in my head, I searched Spotify, found the New York 1967 Sessions, chose it because the name reminded me of the Band (Basement Sessions) which produced some great, dirty backroom material.
I could not have guessed better. What an album. Give the whole thing a listen, I am on listen number two right now and luxuriously feeling the way music pulls it all out when sometimes your words just wont...
This is Beside You. Poetry.
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