Counting Crows – Films About Ghosts (Review)
“Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book.” I can’t hear the Counting Crows without having my mind drift back to a period of young love. It was time of good waves and beaches, great but awkward sex, and, inevitably, dreams bursting from the weight of unrealistic hope. For an entire two years, my lover’s favourite song was ‘Mr. Jones’. She never got tired of it and I never tired of watching her dance to it. When she was gone, I would sometimes torture myself … Read the full article…