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Adele

Last year in Dark Sentiments – Day 12, Mrs. LFM and I collaborated in assembling a playlist of songs born of the darkest sentiments; the kind we characterized as, “Sentiments ranging from the acts of tortured souls, the anguish that can sometimes be born of love, hate, wounds that will never heal, and doors that were better left unopened.”

I was referring to Melissa Etheridge’s song Similar Features when I wrote of, “…  female music artists of such power and talent that, when one of them bared her soul to you, you almost felt like a shitheel voyeur for not averting your eyes and plugging your ears while politely excusing yourself.” This year, Mrs. LFM and I are in complete agreement that the same can be unreservedly said of Adele.

Today we’d like to present two specimens from Adele’s song book, each a polar opposite of the other. Inspired by a failed relationship with someone she’s clearly better off without, her artistically rendered agony enjoyed such financial success that the son of a bitch waste of protoplasm ex-boyfriend actually climbed out from under his rock and made a serious case for being entitled to a portion of her royalties. You should know that between typing what’s before and after this sentence, I felt compelled to take a break to hone every blade in the house – again.

Adele is a musical force of Nature who has taken a trip to the darkest and deepest depths of despair and turned her torment into magic. Here’s agony in two parts. Give her a listen.