....How to describe that initial encounter? It was certainly a stop-what-you’re-doing moment, and that’s exactly what I did. I looked up from—oh, I don’t know, the coffee maker, the New York Times, my audition sides—and thought: “This… is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” A sad Irish troubadour’s exquisite songs of romantic heartache and pain, how he’d wronged and been wronged, delivered in a startlingly pure, achingly sincere, and elastic voice. It called something forward in me, some heartbroken essential thing. I furiously scribbled down the name: Damien Rice. I needed this music in my life...
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