Greenland. Day 11: True Love Ways

Nothing to do with Greenland but this came on the radio this morning and reached out to me through the railings of the autotuned playground of dodgy, poppy hip hop and Greenlandic cover versions of Queen songs. I was pulled back to being eleven, to starting secondary school and buying my first-ever LPs for 50p from Pete Morley (who I'm pretty sure ripped me off): Buddy Holly's Greatest Hits and... um... another one...

I'd never really liked this song but the sweet strings and the gorgeous sax and the careworn poignancy of Buddy's voice transported me back to grey old Enfiewd in 1973, to my mum, to Paul, to all we've learned and lost and loved. It's actually rather beautiful.