Years ago a friend of mine gave me a mix tape with this song on it. It tells a burning love story that has no end. The kind of love that usually crashes and burns.
One day in 2006 I met my “young James”. ‘Tis true, my heart did thump at remembering what turned out to be the prophecy of the song.
1952 Vincent Black Lightning by Richard Thompson
Years later “young James” turned out to be a flesh and blood person, not the ideal of the fantasy such figures hold in our minds. Yet he turned out to be so much more — and less.
Though he and I have parted ways, he and I shared and will always remember our love story with no end.