“I can’t help my foolish Pride; the day you left I up and died…”

 

It may seem, to many, an inconsistency why men that write/perform weepy love songs of loss and pain get more kitty than the SPCA.

Well, to my few loyal readers, I’m going to tell you why that is.

1} Preselection = The musicians are stating clearly, sans braggadocio, that they can get – and have gotten – women. The self–effacing delivery actually bolsters credibility in certain circumstances and art is one of them.

 

2} Every woman sees herself in every other. They are built that way. Therefore, she sees that if one woman won the artist’s heart so deeply and powerfully, she could, too.

 

3} The song and its message demonstrate the capability and willingness of the artist to heavily invest emotionally in a woman while not professing such obsequiously and directly to the female listener. This indirect method is the very way women communicate, thus it is immediately understood.

 

In short, wise musicians know that the songs of unrequited love they pen and perform are never Truly for the woman that inspired them.

The enchanting [I choose that word very carefully]  melodies are, in reality, for the next beautiful, young woman to come along.

 

 

 

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