Lady Day and a Bucket of Heartbreak

At this moment in my life I think romantic love is really stupid. It makes me do ridiculous things. It makes me want ridiculous things. It makes me believe ridiculous things. And I'm rather tired of feeling it and being wrong. My Momma is a wise soul, and told me that love is a choice. She's right. I chose it. And now it won't go away--despite having good reason to.

Sing it, Lady Day.

I love this woman. She has the perfect song for EVERYTHING. If I could only listen to one musician for the rest of my life, it would be her.

Okay, I have to post this as well. Just sink into this one. Don't close your eyes. Watch each of them carefully. It's one of those rare recordings where you can experience the artist's emotions just by looking in their eyes and savoring each note. I can't explain it. It's just raw. Opening a soul and putting it out for everyone else to see--the pain, the blues, the heartache. Oh, gosh. I could live off of this stuff.