It's Music.

In second grade, Joey D kissed us on the playground during middle recess. We said 'Gross!' and 'You have cooties!!' But, we were thrilled. Then we broke up with him a week later for Nathen S, The New Kid. By third grade we were into the fourth grade flag football players (in the winter) and the sixth grade basketball team (by the spring). We passed them love notes and strutted around conviently close to the football field and/or school gym in our white and gold Paris Sport Club sweatshirt. Peach, turquoise, and purple B.U.M. Equipment ensembles. And Esprit t-shirts with multicolored stretchy pants.

Long story short, our heart has not ached or breaked for long. Which is why we totally get Kyle Ervin's line 'It's music I can't get over' line in 'I lie'. Music is what we have never gotten over. Never been sick of, never broken up with. Never been hurt by, and never been disappointed in. And we think Mr. Ervin must understand this. Err, at least that is what we reason in our daydreamy head.

We don't know logistical things. Like what played or paired with what makes music sound like whaaaaaaaat. But we do know when we like what we hear. And we have now been listening to Kyle since we were underage drinking in Kansas. His melodic and captivating voice is mesmerizing. We like the range and truth we hear in his voice.

Our dad has always said that you can read truth and honesty just by observing someone's eyes and gestures when speaking with them. We think that's pretty accurate. And we think the same thing about what we hear. If you can hear something that sounds like raw emotion, it probably is. And that is a very powerful, compelling thing. Check out Kyle, and keep it on repeat. He will hook, line, and sinker you.

Hop aboard matey! Ahoy.


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