Seriously, is there any song more emotionally wrenching than Lucinda Williams’ “Those Three Days”? It’s like the worst break-up song tied to the saddest song of romantic memories and stained with raw sex. This song makes you suffer deliciously for five minutes but it carries the memory of what was good, like reminding you that it’s worth it for the beauty of it. For the idea you might be able to grasp the good part again. And so you listen to it over and over again. At least I do. The last time I wrote about this, six or eight months ago, I said, “Your whole body aches with loss of something you barely had and yet it’s so intense it might burn you to a cinder. All you want is more, to snatch back those seconds in which you felt whole, but there’s nothing left to grab at.” I don’t think I can articulate it over again better than that, so just go listen if you haven’t before.