I don't think there's a limit to my love for Ray Lamontagne. Even when I'm not sure I'm saying his last name right, I'm still vowing my undying affection for everything that he is and every fantastic note that comes out of his romantically, fantastically, amazing mouth. And maybe...just maybe...I'm his stalker.
I need to go see him in concert, I don't care at what cost. In the meantime, I'm listening to this cover of Gnarls Barkley's Crazy that I hated...I HATED and loathed with all my soul until I heard it here.
And just like that, it is my new anthem for life and will be playing when they lock me up for accosting Ray at a venue in Wisconsin.
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Oh lordy count me in!
SWOOOOOOOON.
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