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I read something the other day about "name your favorite song," and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that my favorite song is, in many ways, such a fleeting thing that I would have an extremely difficult time pinning it down to just one. Tastes change over time and for that matter, mood changes from day to day and hour to hour such that ONE song simply cannot appeal to every age of your life, every day, every mood.

Music I love, that is my favorite, is so because it feels good. I listen and it feels good to me. Different things feel good at different times and usually, if I stop to think about it, I can tell you just why.

In an overall, epic sort of way, I suppose I can name just ONE song as my favorite. Favorite based on the fact that it never fails to feel good, even over the changing tastes of my life and through every day and every mood.

That would be When the Levee Breaks by Led Zepplin.

There's just something so fundamental about that song. As though, its mere presence in the course of human history somehow prevents the Earth from skipping off its axis and skittering out into oblivion.

It's necessary.

It's... obvious.

People in New Orleans would agree, I think. Having experienced it first hand. "When the levee breaks, got no place to go." It's a basic truism of life. Not to mention the overpowering collection of notes that conspire to insinuate something profound about life. It's right up there with as sure as sun will rise tomorrow.

But from a day to day, moment to moment standpoint, my most recent favorite is Nothin' that is on the Robert Plant Allison/Krause album Raising Sand.

It begins with the rude and bitter scrub of electric guitar and throughout the song, that recurs and is allowed to ring out in much the way a uncontrolled sob rings out.

Then, the indolent beat combined with Robert Plant's soft, drowsy vocals lull you.

The combination of the heavy lyrics combined with the rich, gritty tang of the electric guitar that ebbs and flows in its intensity throughout the song is perfectly juxtaposed against the excruciating ache of the violins. When the violins come up under the rusty grind of the guitar, it's like your stomach grows into a large rock and lodges itself into your chest, making it difficult to breathe. The song evokes the exact emotional response in your body that underpins the lyrics with a perfection so clear the beauty of it is momentarily blinding.

"Sorrow and solitude. These are the precious things. And the only words... that are worth remembering."

I love it. It feels... amazing. If you're interested to hear it now, click here. There's no video with it, but the sound quality is good and that's all that really matters.

Turn it up.




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