Oct 2015
I never thought I would like music like that
didn't, really, when I first heard it, and then
beyond my own choice, without noticing, I found
myself pressing repeat, again, and again
and I found the cool wet not-thirst scraping the bottom
of my throat, I found the choking feeling form behind
my ears, I found the top of my mouth weighing down,
my eyes sunk and the corners of them stung and
I know the feeling as his croon filled my head, laying it heavy
with rhyme and metaphor, unique experience that hit
a bit too close to home. "It's just me, it's only me that has ever felt this way,
only me that has ever loved you," he sang, and I knew: "Me too."
didn't, really, when I first heard it, and then
beyond my own choice, without noticing, I found
myself pressing repeat, again, and again
and I found the cool wet not-thirst scraping the bottom
of my throat, I found the choking feeling form behind
my ears, I found the top of my mouth weighing down,
my eyes sunk and the corners of them stung and
I know the feeling as his croon filled my head, laying it heavy
with rhyme and metaphor, unique experience that hit
a bit too close to home. "It's just me, it's only me that has ever felt this way,
only me that has ever loved you," he sang, and I knew: "Me too."
I've been having a very unique experience discovering this singer/songwriter named Andrew Duhon. He's incredible. His music is classifed as contemporary folk and is a very low kind of croony country without any synthetic backing like modern country. And I didn't realize how deeply it was touching my heart-strings until I found myself almost starting to cry. Normally when I cry I build up to it, I kind of make myself by telling myself things to further the process; or I've had a rough day already. Basically there's normally a lot of preparation or reason for crying so I was a bit taken aback when I felt my eyes begin to sting for apparently no reason. I wasn't even paying much attention to the lyrics when I felt myself start to cry. It was pretty wild.
