Jazz is not my genre if I want to be honest. I attended a jazz concert a couple of months ago and I really tried hard to enjoy it but apart from a very few songs just couldn’t. Jazz songs are just too chaotic for my taste. The problem – I suppose – is lying in me.
When I found this song Veronika Harcsa’s Too early I couldn’t stop listening to it. I wasn’t even aware that it was a jazz song..
I can feel her hope which is probably never going to be fulfilled. She knows that too but what can she do about it? It is not something you just give up. Only if you receive enough rejection will you realize that hope can be a false friend.
Enjoy its passion as my first gift to you.
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