So, a week of near-radio silence broken as my flirtation with Americana (ok, Grandadddy and Bob Mould) comes to an end with the realisation that the new Band of Horses is actually pretty limp.
Instead, something that’s Scottish as Irn Bru (Britvic-permitting) and needs no introduction…
This song will always strike a deep nerve for me. i first heard it on a flight from Edinburgh to Boston, after having to leave the Scottish guy that I loved. He actually put it on a cassette tape, which I listened to, while sobbing, on his old walkman, somewhere over the Atlantic. I can still listen to it, somehow, even though that guy broke my heart a few years ago. It still makes me feel the way I felt when I first was so in love with him.