I’ve long considered my dear old friend John Easdale to be one of our finest overlooked and criminally underappreciated songwriters. We all have that one musician that for whatever reason seems to be able to somehow connect with our internal appreciation meter, at least those of us who spend the majority of our above ground time as musically obsessed. It just comes with the territory I suppose. Like all art, it is completely subjective and neither right or wrong. It simply is, becoming another fabric of our DNA. I believe this is a universal aspect of the human condition. Twenty people you know read the same book, watch the same film or play the same record and you all enjoy it, but 2 or 3 really connect with the emotion of the piece in a deeper, more personal way. Duncan Sheik was one of mine. I can’t explain why and really don’t feel the need to. But I’ll try. ... For full text http://mikemarrone.com
