Damien Rice

Back in 2006, when I was pregnant with Eli I wrote: "I cry at the sight of any commercial that has babies in it and each time I hear the first note of pretty much any Damien Rice song." I forgot how this was with Damien and me, but remembered it the other day when we went to see him in Brooklyn with my brother, Lili and Ildi. (David, unfortunately, had to work so Ildi replaced him...).

He disappeared from my life and my playlists for years, but hearing him live brought back my tears and all these memories of youth and heartache came flooding back. He is an amazing performer and we enjoyed every minute of the concert (it was something like this). Also, now that I feel a mid-life crisis coming on like a freight train on the loose, I like to indulge in (and embellish?) memories of my then under-appreciated youth. So I take note and tell myself: come on, you will like now much better later. Try and be present to appreciate it. 

But I'm glad I got Damien back and when I want to cry there is always this and this and, of course, this...