I was having a crummy day.

One of those days when you're just blah.  For no particular reason.  If you're a woman, the blah is more than likely hormanally induced.

Blah.

While in my car, I dug into the console looking for something insignificant and found something else extraordinary.

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I nearly gasped.  This CD hid in my console for a little over a year.  It was given to me on my 40th birthday by my friend, Tyla.

In late '09, I listened to it over and over and over.  And over.  And over.

Until about January 2010 when I slipped into da funk and promptly lost touch with many things that I loved.  Funks do that.  They suck.  Big time.  

Music heals funks.  And it brightens crummy days.

On Day 157, I popped in the CD listened to the title track over and over and over.  And over.  And over.

If you have never heard the voice and soul of Melody Gardot, you understand.  If you have never experienced this musical gift, then I am thrilled to introduce you.

I was having a crummy day.

One of those days when you're just blah. For no particular reason. If you're a woman, the blah is more than likely hormanally induced.

Blah.

While in my car, I dug into the console looking for something insignificant and found something else extraordinary.

I nearly gasped. This CD hid in my console for a little over a year. It was given to me on my 40th birthday by my friend, Tyla.

I listened to it over and over and over. And over. And over.

Until about January 2010 when I slipped into da funk and promptly lost touch with many things that I loved. Funks do that. They suck. Big time.

If you have never heard the voice and soul of Melody Gardot, you understand. If you have never experienced this musical gift, then I am thrilled to introduce you.

After watching this video, which is sort of the "unplugged" live version, click her album cover above to listen to the orginal recording with the cello.  Oh, the cello!  You'll see...