Monsters

Years ago, I posted about my Questionable Musical Tastes, To Some, in which I wrote about my enjoyment of James Blunt's music. That enjoyment has not changed over nearly a decade now. One of his latest releases, Monsters, is a lovely tribute -- perhaps even a paean -- to his father. It's particularly poignant for those of us who have aging parents.

Time is fleeting. How did we get so aged? I don't feel old.

No need to forgive, no need to forget
I know your mistakes and you know mine
And while you're sleeping, I'll try to make you proud
So daddy, won't you just close your eyes?
Don't be afraid, it's my turn
To chase the monsters away

I hope you enjoy.