When I listen to this, I feel like taking off my shoes, walking through Central Park, and greeting everyone I cross paths with. I’d probably get hit before I made it to the East side, but it’d be worth a shot, right? Seriously though, it’s the kind of song that makes me wish I’d taken singing lessons when I was young. Because now, I’m hopeless…
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It’s a sweet, sweet song. Missin’ you.
Ray Lamontagne sings with so much soul, it hurts. His raspy voice makes me want to chain smoke cloves, while chugging kegs of whiskey, although, admittedly, I would probably still never come close to sounding as smokey and heartfelt as him. I bow to Ray.