A Love Letter of Sorts
The Ooh La La LifeDear Sara Bareilles, I’m not gonna write you a love song, but I might just be about to write you a love letter. I’ve always been hungry for words, a reader, a writer, a lyric aficionado. I adore metaphors. Counting Crows, for instance, they just kill me with the genius of the pictures they paint, the emotions they evoke with words. Not a lot of artists can put their thumb into the hole in my heart and either make it throb almost unbearably or make it stop hurting for a while. You are one of those who has power over my emotions. Madly in love was I with every single song on your first record, and I hoped so much for a strong second. I wanted more of what was in your head, the same as before, but different. How scary it is to download the new one upon release and know that listening to it that first time, it will be a stranger to me. Blessedly, by now it’s another close friend. Not one who has seen me through a lot yet, but one who I am confident will be there f