"Like A Shoebox Of Photographs With Sepia-Toned Loving"

In the past couple years, I defined my music style as a guy singing with a guitar in the background with (absolutely irrefutably necessary) good lyrics in his songs. I've told that Dave many many many times, and up until yesterday, Howie Day held the prize for Heather's Favorite Genre-Typical Artist.

Oh ho, that is, until Dave gave me my (belated, but excellent) Valentine's Day gift: In Between Dreams by Jack Johnson. Guy singing? Guitar? Double check! Good lyrics? HOLY FRIKKIN' COW YES!! I had never listened to him before, didn't recognize the name, but I've already listened to the album 4 or 5 times through in the past 22 hours. He's not just genre-typical, he's genre-PERFECT!! And Dave picked the cd out himself, proving he knew my music type.

*sings along with headphones* "I need this old train to break down...but you can't stop nothin' if you got no control...you can't stop wishin' if you I wanna break on down, but i can't stop now..." And this one song has the sound of RAIN, honest to goodness rain in the background, and there's another song where he sings in Spanish and French and English and...!! He's just wonderful.

Thank you for the Vday gift Dave!!

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