My criteria—no, criterion—for liking music these days couldn't be more simple, and it couldn't be more dumb. If it makes me want to cry, I like it. And if it makes me want to cry, why wouldn't it make you want to cry? (You do want to cry, don't you?)
Thanks to Suzanne Ecklund, who often wants to cry over lots of the same stuff I want to cry over.
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