my careless contagion

The song doesn't matter. It's a good song. A catchy pop song. I don't know if it's a love song. It's a when-something-good-is-about-to-end song, maybe. A good radio song. It's actually quite hard to craft a simple song like this. It's much harder to leave it simple than to embellish it and  adulterate the heart of a song with too much music. A lot of people don't realize that a somewhat narrow band of music is appropriate for radio because of the frequencies used to broadcast. Some sounds don't come over the airwaves very well. When I listen to songs for, say, a post like this, I use my Bose headphones because the sound is better than the iMac speakers. But, I also know I'm listening to a digital reproduction of a performance. If you listen to something such a CD, which almost no one does anymore, you have to realize it's compressed. It's a digital copy of a live event. So it's ones and zeroes. All the quirky, spacey sounds are lopped...

Shawn Mendes' Treat You Better was, at least for a moment, the theme song for my relationship with the woman I fell in love with during my separation. She had told me some things about her husband, and I thought, "I could treat you better." I thought, erroneously, that any man could have treated her better, and, most certainly, I could! It's true, any girl like her deserves a gentleman, but that man is not me. While it may seem I'm walking over the same old ground here, I also feel it's necessary to let things run their course. Bear with me. As she shared more about this complex man, this man whom she loves dearly, I've come to respect him on many levels. And I've changed my mind and now say no one could treat her better than him. He is truly a wonderful husband, father, mentor, coach, and all the other roles he fills. He fits her like a glove, and it's easy to see why she loves him so much. It's time for me to recognize my mistake her...