Unapologetically stolen from Kelly Oxford, Sinead O’Connor’s “Troy”

Growing up I knew who Sinead O’Connor was, I knew she was an Irish singer. I knew she had a shaved head. But guys, I never knew about THIS. The songs. The VOICE. The alternating shy and piercing stares.

This wasn’t meant to be pretty. This small woman, with the soft, childlike face. She’s hurt and angry and vulnerable. The song itself is painful- violently wrenching between wistful recollections, rampant jealousy and an angry screaming “fuck you!” to someone now lost.

I’ve literally watched this fifteen times today. Probably fifteen more tomorrow.