When you dare to comment on an artist like Sting, you need tackle so many things. But no matter how you call it, Sting is Sting. You can't expect him to be something other. And for those of us who love him, he has yet again struck a true north on the compass rose of our hearts. This album, like George Winston's "December" and Mel Torme's "Christmas Song" sung by Nat King Cole will be a part of my ChismaChanaKwanza/Winter Soltice tradition from this year on. It's just that beautiful.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
What I'm Listening To #72
When you dare to comment on an artist like Sting, you need tackle so many things. But no matter how you call it, Sting is Sting. You can't expect him to be something other. And for those of us who love him, he has yet again struck a true north on the compass rose of our hearts. This album, like George Winston's "December" and Mel Torme's "Christmas Song" sung by Nat King Cole will be a part of my ChismaChanaKwanza/Winter Soltice tradition from this year on. It's just that beautiful.
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