Some days I listen to sad songs, and yesterday afternoon I pulled up Iris DeMent and Emmy Lou Harris singing Our Town.
I love Iris' voice; it's so quirky. This song always just breaks my heart into pieces.
Other songs do that to me, too. Songs by John Prine and the late Steve Goodman.
(I do love happy songs, too. I'm not a total secret goth.)
Maybe yesterday's mood was brought on by it being Sweetie's 47th birthday. I told him that my own downhill slide began when I turned 47. Seeing him grow older makes me sadder than the thought of my own self, aging.