Soul music

I wonder if everyone has a personal music - a particular artist, song, or album that gives them chills when they hear it alone, that seems to effuse something of their own soul into the air.

For me, it's absolutely Nina Simone. No contest. And in particular (at the moment) it's the A side of an anthology put together from her Colpix recordings. No Good Man, Gin House Blues (sung slow and deep), and Work Song, those three songs together in a row, oh my god.

It's exactly what I want to say right now, or to show someone.

I've been going back and forth a bit trying to decide how much I want to show a particular someone. Sometimes I think, hmm, what would be wrong with it? But then I hesitate. I think I know what the hesitation is about.

In the last few years I've been trying not to question too much. If I want to do something, I try to just do it.

In this case, I'm not so sure - or rather, I'm uncertain whether my hesitation has to do with an instinct, or whether my rational concerns are heading me off from having some fun.

If that sounds like the kind of overanalyzing I've just said I try not to do, well, that may be the case. I had a bad time of it, with one thing and another, with last summer's liaison (even though it was fun to have a liaison), and so maybe I am leery of putting myself in a situation that might end up similarly.

Come on back, Jack, hey Jack c'mon c'mon back. When I told you I was through, and I told you to move on, I didn't know I would miss you so.

Oh woman save your breath, hey woman save your breath.

I need those crazy kisses. Those nights without your love, they ain't worth thinking of.

Apparently Nina has other ideas.