I closed my eyes and put this on repeat — over and over — until I could pretend I was passing through a spiritual barrier; pretend that I could, by some force of logic, fix it. The past weekend’s sugar overload added a pernicious, monkey-mind undercurrent, but I let the voice penetrate, permeate, untangle the mess of inscrutability I can’t seem to find a way out of, and for a few precious minutes, I didn’t care so much.
I like this live version better than the official video, (even though they both feature the amazing Hannah Peel), but to really get the full effect, you need to download the mp3 and turn all the lights off. Get some angst. It builds up slow, comes in with energy at about 4:30, and then drips with all his pain at 5:22. A friend of mine saw him sing this live in a parking lot after a show one night, and she said there wasn’t a dry eye. David Ford is simply amazing.
MP3: I Don’t Care What You Call Me (right click to download file.)