You know that feeling when you hear a song for the first time and it hits you like a bloody train?
Got 5.30am on Monday to drive my sons back to Liverpool for Uni and work by 8.00. A quick bacon bap and cuppa before I bid them farewell for a week and I turned back for home. Decided to put the new Cure album I'd purchased in Rough Trade on Saturday on, expecting a solid offering from a band I'd only listened to off and on over the years. The scene was set with the beautifully melancholic 'Alone', a fine, fine song in its own right.
And then, as I approached the Wallasey tunnel, it hit - the second song - 'And Nothing is Forever', I was in bloody tears. I'm now 55, and at a certain age things touch you differently, as you start to envisage what's ahead. There are occasions when life makes you slightly more aware of your own mortality than others and this song just got me. As a fella who's been with the same girl since I was 18, Bob's words resonated beyond almost anything I've ever read or listened to. It's majestic.
I won't attempt to review the song, anyone who's listened to it knows, and anyone who hasn't well just give it 6 minutes of your time to listen to and you'll realise how precious our time here is.
I'm not usually one for the old sentimental bollocks on here, but there we are. Thank you Bob - you got me good and proper with this one.