Sometimes titles stump me. Some people are great with enigmatic, creative titles, but so often, I’m of the mind that it is simply: here is what you’re getting.
So, this title. I’ve been wanting to do a cover of Florence and the Machine’s Light of Love and I found time in Texas, of all places, to get it done.
It’s interesting because not many vacations come down to simply downtime waiting for something to happen. They’re usually jam packed with things but when you have two artists seeing each other, things like practice are expected disruptions to otherwise fun activities. I took that time to get this number done.
Yes, I’m voluntarily in Texas. I’ve been contending with a lot of thoughts while here too. Emotional vulnerability for me is difficult at times because I am always of the mind to protect myself. That whole “take care of number one (self),” really sticks, especially when your daily armor provides you space to stride about a city like New Orleans, or anywhere, even Dallas, like you own the world, regardless of how small your piece of it is. Being shut off or shut down doesn’t work when your heart is cracked open like a geode and spilling your treasures around your shocked visage, wondering how it possibly happened because you were so utterly unprepared.
Despite chinks in armor revealing the soft, squishy parts you’d rather hide, there come songs like this one, reminding you of the journey you’re on. Still “feeling it all” and embracing all the wild places that sobriety opens up to me. I was able to see my way to cracking a planned ending to my most recent project and now it only needs all that exposition in between the first and last pages.
With all that said, here’s my (after about 10 takes and some cursing) version of Florence and the Machine’s Light of love.