I've spent the last chunk of undetermined time allowing Ms. Eva Cassidy's amazing voice to soothe my mind and soul while I sit here on a couch and waver between spacing out and searching for random, worthless information on the web. I would've loved to hear the woman live.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
It's not warm when she's away,
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
and she's always gone too long,
anytime he goes away.
Her rendition is so calm but her phrasing so smooth and perfect. It's the right amount of soul, the right amount of jazz, and just the right amount of gentle rhythm. Like the breaking dawn after days of rain.
It's like a mirror that reflects the opposite of what I'm feeling. It's the perfect antidote to the tense, pressure filled, tired mind. My thinking has become sporadic, my focus nearly non existent.
I suppose I could simplify things. Overcompensate, be overly decisive and just choose something. And if such choices carried no consequences I probably would have done just that. But since they don't, well I'm stuck listening to my newfound love.
Though honestly, that's not such a bad option after all.
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Eva Cassidy is something.
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