I'm having very nostalgic dreams lately for reasons that are unknown to me. Last night I had a dream that made me think of this song. My mind was overflowing with memories in the morning as I woke up, memories of the night I discovered this song. The first time I heard it, I was completely mesmorized by it, in that small mobile home filled with wine, music, and new friends somewhere in the far depths of Ile d'Orléans. I don't think all of Ray Lamontagne's songs are absolutely amazing and worthwhile, but Empty is definitely his masterpiece; very naïve, natural and full of passion. I can be such a folky sometimes.
Enjoy!
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