The first time I saw Ray Lamontagne, it was a cold December day in Chicago, 2012. We both felt introverted and introspective, sad and melancholy.
A sunset being choked out by smog and pollution.
The time between then and now have brought about a change. The music is crisp and refreshingly hopeful. Songs that before were covered in sadness now shine a radiance of new life, a kick in one’s step that things are better, or at least your perspective is more upbeat.
We both still don’t know what love means, but as long as there are songs like Jolene, we’ll keep going on….
