I love this song. I really, really do. Especially this version.
And JC OWNS it.
He’s not just singing a cover to pad out an album or something. It’s the story of his life. His swan song, his epitaph. He sings of regrets, as he sits amongst his dusty photographs, sun bleached trophies and the rotting remains of a banquet, and of how, despite his successes, riches and luxurious lifestyle, he wished he’d done things differently, as he wife looks on, close to tears.
Within a year both of them were gone.
I can’t watch this video only once, as I am in equal parts, fascinated, moved and terrified by it.
I’m scared because it touches something dark, angry and despairing inside me, and the fear that when I’m his age, I’ll feel exactly the same way about my life.
Without all the success.
Because it feels too late to start again.
Then again, it always did, for as long as I remember.
I’ll watch it once again because it’s so beautiful, but then I’ll try and forget about it until the next time I happen upon it, when once again I’ll touch base with my darkness.
My sweetest friend.