A Sad, Sad Day

Look, I get it that she’s matured. I embrace it. Yes, I loved her Candy days – but let’s be honest she was 15 back then. And I was 13 – so she should have been singing stuff like that and I should have been listening. Then she was 20, singing Carol King, and as an 18 year old, I totally dug it. Fast forward another couple years – she’s 23, I’m 21, and she comes out with her new folksy album Wild Hope. Continue reading