let it bleed

2013 note:  I am noticing that I blogged about broken-heartedness a pretty good bit. That is mostly likely because I've been broken-hearted since 1979.

let it bleed

Current mood:melancholy

 

exerpt from "last goodbye," a novel by reed arvin

....i learned that all heartaches are one, and the style is just window dressing. rich and poor, white or black, none of it matters. whether it's sung in the celestial tones of an opera or ground out through the gravel voice of a bar singer, the heartache stays the same. it's the common human experience, and when we hear it coming back to us in music, it stops us dead.