I guess we could call Thursdays “May’s Music Thursdays to an Obnoxious Degree.”
One song in particular from Raising Sand, “Stick with Me Baby,” puts me in something of a mood. I say that word with a raised eyebrow and slightly higher voice, trying not to blush. Still I don’t know if you know what I mean. Maybe you do.
This is an Everly Brothers cover. I mean, you remember the Everly Brothers. My first experience with them was in third grade. Mrs. Hamlin played “Bye Bye Love” for us. Maybe she was teaching us about harmony, and maybe she was a huge Everly Brothers fan. The Everly Brothers were musicians I’d definitely groove to.
Everybody’s been a-talkin’; they say our love wasn’t real
That it would soon be over; that’s not the way I feel
But I don’t worry, honey; let them say what they may
Come on and stick with me, baby; we’ll find a way
Yes, we’ll find a way
[Instrumental]
Everybody’s been a-talkin’; yes, the news travels fast
They said the fire would stop burnin’, that the flame wouldn’t last
But I don’t worry, honey; let them say what they may
Come on & stick with me, baby; we’ll find a way
Yes, we’ll find a way
[Repeat & fade:]
Come on and stick with me, baby
Robert and Alison sing this song very tenderly. None of it loud; almost whispering. They harmonize the entire song, with the drums softly pulsing, the melody following the same four-bar loop. I love how the ends of phrases slide up and taper just so. This is a song I could turn down the lights and slow dance to.
It has to be on repeat, though, being less than three minutes long. Darnit, Everly Brothers.
There I am, in his arms, my head resting in the crook of his neck, our hearts matching the beat, my arms around his shoulders; his around my waist. Our bodies gently swaying, our feet barely moving. I forget to breathe, I forget where I am, except he turns to look at me and smiles. And I melt. And we return to dancing, except we never really stopped, seemingly anchored to floor but somehow floating.
Sigh.