The sad ones have always moved me. Otis crying These Arms Of Mine or Hank singing I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry. Of course the dog songs finish me off. I can't even play Elvis' version of Old Shep. Larry Murray's Buglar makes me cry just talking about it.
Maybe these sad ones make the happy ones brighter for me. Maybe that's the role of rock'n'roll. Just sorta' mirrors life doesn't it? I'll still be wiping the tears from my eyes when Lonzo and Oscar come on with I'm My Own Grandpa. Well sir, now the tears will really flow. This time I'm in danger of wetting my pants, too.
Nobody's ever called me bipolar but I sure swerve all over the emotional highway. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Love for all you're worth.