I don’t know much about Ingrid Michaelson, in fact I didn’t even know who sang this song. But it’s one that stays in my head for days whenever I hear it on the radio.
I saw LeAnn Rimes last Monday, and she is still great. This is one of the few songs I love that she didn’t sing.
I love the sweet nostalgia of childhood captured on this song. Radio will always be the best way to “watch” baseball.
Love the bluegrass tinge on this one.
Sometimes love just ain’t enough…one of life’s hardest lessons.
Whatever happened to Cyndi Thomson?
I can recognize that opening little guitar strum anywhere. If you had a pulse in the nineties, you know it too.
How can you not love Josh Turner’s deep baritone on this one?
It took me a little while to warm up to the new Taylor Swift album. The Artist of the Decade has come a long way from singing about Tim McGraw in cowboy boots and a sundress.
But after initially dismissing the whole album as mediocre pop, Lover started getting under my skin.
The lyrics to this sound are kind of out there. The whole song is kind of weird, but I love the haunting melody. Almost feel like friendly ghosts are serenading me.
Plus, Bella and Edward dance to it in Twilight. So there’s that.