I’ve long had a particular weakness for performers who simply pick up an acoustic guitar and make greatness happen. It likely stems from my obviously mistaken notion of the outcome awaiting me had I the same skill. More than that, though, I have an instinctual admiration for the purity of it. There’s a lovely vulnerability to such songs that can leave me staggered.
My description doesn’t precisely match Kristin Allen-Zito’s “Cup of Love,” found on her 2004 solo debut, Helium. But it’s close enough. I found the album during my second haul in college radio, as an advisor rather than a student, but an adult who was welcomes into the kids’ studio. The album has a range of beautifully conceived songs that capture a certain drifting existence that I once knew well and still recognize with a empathetic pang. “Cup of Love” was the first song that grabbed me, but it wasn’t the last.
The track still shuffles up in my digital collection every once in a while, and it always takes me to a place of warm melancholy that is nostalgic and nurturing rather than painful. Some songs can do that, and it’s the reason they are magic.
Listen or download —> Kristin Allen-Zito, “Cup of Love”
(Disclaimer: I believe — though I’m not sure — that Helium is out of print as a physical object that can be obtained via your favorite local, independently-owned record store in a manner than compensates both the proprietor of said shop and the original artist. Other music by Allen-Zito can be purchased at her bandcamp page, and I strongly encourage engaging in that commerce. All of it is great in much the way detailed above. I mean no harm in sharing this file in this space, and hope it is encouragement to support Allen-Zito by buying her music. I will gladly and promptly remove this track from my little corner of the digital world if asked to do so by any individual or entity with due authority to make such a request.)