In the evening, when the day is through

Some of my favorite songs are the ones that make me feel simultaneously happy and sad. Something about the contrast between the two emotions makes me appreciate the muddled happiness of bittersweetness more than that of pure contentment, because I'm reminded that happiness is an unstable luxury, something to be savored.

Chet Baker's performance of Time After Time,
an ode of grateful devotion set to a melancholy tune, captures this sort of perfect imperfection.

It's beautifully tarnished, like a tooth missing from a handsome face,
or a virtuoso hampered by life-long addiction.