I worship at the altar of Valerie June. What a fabulously unique voice – so clear and sharp against the growl of the guitars. This song makes me want to be:
a) in a coordinated dance routine with random patrons at a crowded bar, and/or
b) in a slow-motion movie scene in which I, the film’s protagonist, a wise-cracking hitwoman, am walking down a street in a major metropolis dressed in all black. Plus aviators and heels. Natch.
As neither of these things is going to happen, at least not anytime soon and not without a lot of paperwork, I’ll settle for putting this on in the background to help me push through a grouchy Friday afternoon and into a much more fun Friday evening.