I like to tease my partner, Shalee, that she has a thing for scruffy, kinda-dirty-looking male singer/songwriters, like Hozier, Ray LaMontagne, and today's selection: Damien Rice. Some of us have a type, even musically, and for Shalee, that's hers. (To be clear, I say this in jest; I have nothing but respect for these artists, I am just joking about the aesthetic; apparently my preference is for female lead singers with "squeaky" voices, as Shalee tells me, but again, this is not meant to be disparaging.) I try to keep this blog very "stream of conciousness" as to what I am listening to that I think is great, and while enjoying some downtime the other night this came on and I was reminded of just how fucking good this track, and this artist, is. I consider myself lucky that we got to see him live years back. Perhaps a poignant and powerful song about romantic betrayal isn't the way you want to start your weekend, nor is it mine, but there's something...