Sea of Love
At sixty more of your life is done than is left. Things change and your whole perspective starts to shift. You look forward less, not because you're pessimistic or bitter, but because there is just less to look forward to. And you look back more. Some of these songs sound to me like songs I heard back in 1962 coming through my little blue transistor radio. Back when being a teenager in America was new and, not yet quite recognized, not yet quite completely commercialized. Others sound like things I might have felt in my mid-thirties. Things I might have mumbled to myself. Some are straight love song. Others are more about love in it's diverse manifestations depending on the time, the situation, and the one loved. I won't go through each one but: "Tonight" is sort of "Tonight's the night of all nights to forget about tomorrow." "Stuck" is sort of: "Reasons for why I love as I do, not being clear, I think of glue." "One and Only" is sort of: "It feels crummy to love a woman who insists on loving the wrong man (not you)." "Here I Am" is sort of: "Here I am in this place right now with you." That's sort of a hint. There are many fish in the Sea of Love. Some you want to throw back. Some you keep.