If it wasn't for Elvis Costello, my entire MP3 player would be women (Joni, Emmylou, Bonnie), gays (Rufus) or transgendered (Anthony). I don't know what that says about me, or about music, but it's probably not all that shameful.
Here's a picture of Anthony, who writes and sings the most ineffably beautiful songs, whatever they're about.
No comments:
Post a Comment