As a music critic there’s a place deep down in your psyche that conceals a bleeding heart romantic — it’s unavoidable, too many songs we listen to are written about love. And regardless of how apathetic and cynical I’ve become as a jaded millennial I can’t entirely kill the enchantment.
…But FUUUUCK why do I always write about it?!
Other things in my life are so neat and tidy — business, family, fitness…even sex…I’m relatively on point. Yet the love situation remains bewildering. This idea that ONE person out there will complete me seems so esoteric, so out of reach. I don’t pretend to have a solution, or know where this elusive love can be found. But the beauty of listening to love songs is they keep us feeling positive, hopeful even. They keep the dream alive.
And in that spirit, shout out to Cole Pendery aka RYDYR for the jam that inspired my rant above. Swagged out young boy from Texas with a sweet croon. Not typically my style but something about his tone on that first verse caught me. Look out for the kid.
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