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Songs that make the AV Club Cry

Great 18 song mixlist on The AV Club--see title of this post. It's a list of a lot of music I've never heard/heard of, but then I'm not a music-writing professional, so what do I know?

This list provoked 403 (!) comments, hipsters weighing in on sad pop music. Makes sense that there would be so many comments, since everyone knows that the best songs are the saddest songs.

My two cents: Ani DiFranco's cover of Prince's When U Were Mine. She performed this as an encore when I saw her back in the summer of '99 at Red Rocks outside of Denver, unaccompanied save for Maceo Parker on Soprano Sax. Maybe it was the vodka watermelon, but I sobbed like a baby. We had great seats, the city of Denver was shining like diamonds behind the stage, I was in love... ah, college.


At any rate, the song is doubly sad because it doesn't seem to exist anywhere but in my brain. No bootlegs, no album versions, no "Ani Live at Red Rocks" double albume, no YouTube, nothin'. You know, it's probably for the best. Sometimes these things are just better as you remember hearing them.


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