Weekend Jam: Patsy Cline – I Fall To Pieces

I am yet again acquainted with my old friend unrequited love! It's still kind of on early stage: that I totally obsess over her and even though I know this will lead to pain and misery and tears, I don't care. Because I want to believe there's always hope. Except when there's not. Like now, probably. Sigh. Nevertheless, I have found some comfort in some tunes revolving around this favourite topic of mine. Patsy Cline has been one of my metaphorical shoulders to cry on when I get hit in the face with this boring thing called realism.

Patsy Cline on The Glenn Reeves Show in 1963.