I can't play it, even though there's nothing technically wrong with it, I just can't bring myself to do so.
Growing up we had every album Johnny ever made.
My Father, an abusive monster that defined everything about the South that I hate, died in 2001, and I never listened to Johnny Case at all by that point.
Then suddenly in 2004 his "Hurt" video came on TV unannounced, written by NIN, but Johnny made it his own.
It wasn't Johnny that was singing, it was a message from the grave that my Dad knew he was a fucking monster and it reduced me to a squalling, quivering trauma victim experiencing an emotional breakdown.
I can't explain it, but it was like an overdose of morphine if morphine ripped your heart out and stomped it flat before pissing on it.
Jesus! the hair is standing up on my neck and my arms are covered in goosebumps just responding to this post.