It's a Friday morning. My lesson is planned, my bath is run, and I have a Dean Wareham album to enjoy, Life could be worse. He's a treasurable artist Wareham. One who notice the motes in the sunlight and sings their praises.. He's learned the lessons that need learning from mentors like Lou Reed, Lee Hazlewood and Tom Verlaine, picked up the torch and carried it onward.
That's The Price of Loving Me is ten songs of boho vision. Spaced and crafted songs.. In my case they took me from quarter to six to half past as the sun rose in Newcastle heavens. The best way to spend time.Wistful mastery of a form. A description of love. An awreness of mortality. A calm acceptance of it. An album of xonsummate grace. Choose your time but make the space. The fabric of life is made of such small, intricate joys.
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