Is It A Crime?

My favorite Sade song is Is It A Crime. His favorite Sade song so happends to be Is It A Crime. Those are the types of intricate details that manifest into turn ons. Sure, well-known stunners like Cherish The Day and calypso coolers like Smooth Operator are many Sade fan favorites. But a man who can appreciate the feminine agnst inside of Is It A Crime...well, he just might be a keeper.

In spite of his stellar music tastes, there are other traits he posses that has my faith wavering. He's not always there when I call. He's never on time. He is aggressive and heady. He doesn't listen well. But this connection we have...it exists in music alone. Our mutual friends are musicians. The way we met was through an obscure Chaka Khan song. A song that isn't exactly special, I Know You, I Live You, but the lyrics are telling of our connection.

Unfortunately for him, I am not the romantic I used to be. And even though all of these coincidences and magical occurences made the idea of he and I very sweet, I am still skeptical. Though our favorite songs coincided at several points...the lack of consideration for my time and the pig-headedness prevaile. Those elements are stronger than any appreciation for Sade we share.

Last week, I was privileged enough to experience Kevin Sandbloom, a musician who has an organic blend of acoustic, bluesly, poetic soul music. Touring alongside percussionist/singer/assumingly his woman Melody Bell, the two shared a sinergy that was hard to pinpoint. The melding of his music into hers, her harmonies into his was magnificient.

He so happends to cover Sade's Is It A Crime. Is this a coincidence? One of many swirling between me and my unnamed guy. I chuckled when the first words, "It may come/it may come as a surprise..." floated from Sandbloom's lips. See, earlier that day, my favorite Sade song, one that was not a single, and therefore doesn't receive much radio play, so happened to pop up on the radio. "Is it a crime?" my siren asked via the airwaves, when I so happened to be in the car, listening to the radio.

Sandbloom delivered a soul-stirring, masculine take on the song. His version ached of a man at his wit's end. Maybe of a man who didn't know how to salvage the ruins of a failed love. I asked Sandbloom, why Is It A Crime. He said, "It reminds me of a failed relationship too." I told him of my coincidences and happenstances concerning my distant lover. "So what does all that mean?" he asked me. I shrugged. "Well, it's not like it is a happy song."

So let's tie together all those loose ends. Yes, I am discouraged. Yes, I am jaded. Yes, however, I am curious. Is music speaking to me? Is music telling me to try again? Is the song, Is It A Crime, haunting me, telling me to give this guy another chance? Or are all these just lucky turns on the radio dials?