Because sometimes you just need a good cry, right? I am a firm believer in the time-honored ritual of locking yourself in your favorite unused storage closet, thrashing out several good hard sobs, and emerging ready to freshen up and resume necessary ass-kicking. So here is a soundtrack for the next time you do that. You’re welcome.
NB: I know my taste leans heavily towards the grey, grizzled, and acoustic. Christine, William Randolph, anyone else–please feel free to supply my deficiencies.