"I know I'm irresponsible and I do not behave, and i ruin everything That I do, and I'll probably get arrested When I'm in my grave, but i'll be savin 'all my love for you. "
Do not attempt to adapt its image but explained with barely bemerkender silent gesture the gender war unceremoniously terminated for, by showing how a woman would think that ticks like a man, and vice versa, and can operate both refreshing erotic. The Stumbling, the private failure, which is often not at all private back up, all wins here by a romantic touch and dreamy intimacy, through an open, sometimes sad but never obscene voyeuristic glimpse into the inner life of the soul, so by whom now anyway? In the Mr. Waits, or at least the wife of Bakken that it must have in common, despite all the differences immensely much? To let at least not just stuff and talent, but also skill and enough autonomy to their mature (two) things at rest for great art. Who Waits never liked will have to at least acknowledge him now. Who Rebekka Bakken always much zutraute will now worship.
An album that goes to the heart, have an album to forever love an evening music, a beautiful album.
