Loving: Shura

It's a rare occurrence when I find a musician I really like. I don't mean for that to sound ostentatious, because it's my own fault really – I'm not very good at seeking out music, I don't really get it, I just want someone to show me where all the good stuff is hiding. So when I do discover music I like, it's music I really like, and recently I have been loving one particular new(ish) artist.

Shura.

I almost ran to my car after work. It was dark and the whirring sound of the stand alone flood light filled the desolate building site with a harsh whiteness. When I was inside I was ok, and I put the radio on, even though it's rubbish after 6. None of us like working lates, and I only had... twelve hours til work again.

Still, at least the roads were quiet. Such an old person thing to be happy about. I'm an old person now. I'm a grown up, driving home from work.

It was some southern accent talking 'like' and 'um' on someone's show on Radio 1. I don't remember who. But they began describing a song they had picked to play. It was described as like seeing an ex boyfriend or girlfriend after a long time, and feeling that forgotten, familiar pang of... something, like it had never really gone away, only hidden, and back in your face again it was there – as raw as it was when you said goodbye.

Then they played the song. The song was Touch by Shura, and everything that was said was true, and I fell in love with the song, not because it made me think of my own experiences, but because it was a beautiful song on its own – I forgot all about the initial memories that came to mind when the lyrics came out of the speakers for the first time. I drove home repeating the words Shura, Touch, Shura, Touch, Shura Touch, to make sure I didn't forget. But I couldn't. It made its way into the cove of my mind where few songs rarely reach – where only the best songs go, the ones that really touch me.