slow dancing barefoot on a dusty front porch somewhere
I was looking through a few blogs the other day - you know, sizing up the competition - when I came across I AM FUEL, YOU ARE FRIENDS. Normally I don't get too excited over anything I see on other blogs, but her Sam Cooke post caught my eye. You probably could have guessed by the name of the site (I was boooooooorn by the river...) that I am a huge Sam Cooke fan.
In addition to posting over 500* covers of one of the greatest songs of all time, she wrote something so perfect that I can't get it out of my head:
...it always sounds to me like slow dancing barefoot on a dusty front porch somewhere.
Try listening to the original version of "Bring It On Home To Me" without thinking about that line now. I dare you.
*Rough estimate... I stopped counting after 16 or 17