In focusing on the small joys of life, there is no doubt about the delight I get in hearing a sparkling, happy song. All I need is to hear “I’m A Believer” or “Walking On Sunshine” or The Rascal’s “Good Lovin'” and my butt starts bouncing and I’m set for the day.
However – there is also something wonderfully comforting about a heart-wrenching sad song.
I love a song that can bring tears to my eyes.
When I was a little kid, I had no understanding of romantic love and heartbreak, but there were still sad emotions that I could identify with.
I think the first song that really moved me was Brenda Lee’s “I’m Sorry” in 1960. I was nine. Although I didn’t identify with lovers’ quarrels, I certainly could understand how it feels to do something wrong. To know something is your fault and to feel terrible. And…
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