I’m not ashamed to admit it’s taken me multiple years to be able to sing this tune without getting choked up.
This song is an ode to the great loves in my life, and to the nature of being in love itself.
I first began writing “You” in March, 2020, a few weeks after I’d just met a talented and beautiful photographer who was visiting from New Orleans. We exchanged phone numbers at my local dive, but she lived across the ocean and at that particular time, neither of us had any clue of where our lives were leading.
As antiquated words like “quarantine” and “pandemic” began to infect 21st century parlance, we holed up in our respective apartments and waited out the storm, staying in touch finding solace via late-night text messages and red wine dates on Facetime.
Slowly but surely, we began to fall in love, albeit digitally, and so we wondered if it was real or imagined, and what might happen if we didn’t like how the other one kissed?
There’s a book in there somewhere, obviously (those who’ve followed my Substack since the beginning know this pandemic love story is what inspired me to start writing here in the first place), but I wouldn’t be a storyteller if I gave away everything willy nilly, which is why the complete recording of “You” is only for my paying subscribers—free subscribers can listen to the first chorus of “You,” which should scintillate you just enough to wonder how the song ends.
Thanks to each and every one of my paying subscribers for believing in my work and supporting me in a tangible way. If you’re paying monthly and would like a signed 1st edition of my debut novel, Slim and The Beast, just send me an email with your mailing address (slopezba@gmail.com), or better yet, say hello in the comments section.
Happy Sunday,
Samuél
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