Life's so rich and horrible, like a creme brulee studded with cockroach wings. You alternately savor and gag, sometimes not even alternately. Art that captures it all, and music that captures it all, is special. Listen to Dock Boggs sing "Pretty Polly" if you don't believe me. If you do believe me, then listen to Dan Hill sing "Sometimes When We Touch."
Just for the hell of it.