If anybody have been to ask me what my favorite style of music is (and no one ever has, which is a disgrace, so stuff it, I’m telling everybody anyway), I’d say I lean in the direction of a really area of interest musical style, commonly known as “Miserably Sappy”.
Miserably Sappy songs simply go well with my miserably sappy persona: something candy and unhappy, performed in a minor chord, that you just’d hear in a carry or at a funeral, or at a funeral in a carry. Something dirgy and downbeat, sung by a frail-voiced singer who seems like a frightened child who’s misplaced their mum on the grocery store. Something you’ll find on YouTube with miserable feedback beneath resembling, “Two days in the past my cat died and I buried her to this music. Thanks, Princess Mitzy, for the good instances we shared. I’m additionally lacking gramps and li’l brother who handed away final yr, however this one’s for you, Princess Mitzy. The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away”.
Songs about heartbreak, like The Righteous Brothers You’ve Misplaced That Lovin’ Feeling with the immortal opening line “You by no means shut your eyes anymore once I kiss your lips”. What? She’s kissing together with her eyes open? That’s freaky. And the way does he know her eyes are open? Is he kissing her open-eyed too? This relationship was by no means going to work.
Songs with a tragic backstory, just like the Badfinger basic With out You. The band sang it and two members ended up killing themselves, Harry Nilsson sang it and died younger of coronary heart failure, Mariah Carey sang it and … properly, she sang it.