Driving into work this morning, I was listening to Unsung, Slaid Cleaves' 2006 collection of covers. This song reminded me of a conversation I had this weekend with an extremely bright friend who I see far too infrequently:
We were talking about John Prine (you know, as people do), and I said something along the lines of, "Yeah, I mostly listen to songwriters." Before I could even start to launch into my usual explanation of why I'm drawn towards that sort of music, he just rolled his eyes and said,
"Well, YEEEE-AAAAAH! Of course you do: NARRRRRR-ATIVE." (<--Sadly, I can't do his delivery justice. There were just. So. Many. Syllables.)
It was cool. Because while I'd figured that connection out a long time ago, no one else has ever made the leap.
Anyway, this one (from this album) has been stuck in my head since last Thursday. So I'm passing it on: