Do you know what true heartbreak is? It is believing in someone or something and they not living up to your (somewhat unrealistic and perhaps naive) expectations.

My first experienced was as a child, Tipp had won some big GAA match and we packed into the car to great them in Thurles. My parents are pioneers; I had never seen the effects of too much booze…until I met a few of the Tipp players. One particular chap was so far gone he couldn’t sign a poster for me. He just drooled and slurred while my dad (dress in a suit, he nearly always wore a suit) shook his head in shame. Another time Ireland was playing really well in soccer, but we lost; just when I believed in them. I was gutted; needless to say I don’t really do sports anymore.

Now all my hopeless expectations are thrown onto books and music.

I love Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, but their studio CD…well it has left me bereft. While it is technically brilliant, they just don’t seem to have the same heart that they show in their Youtube videos. I will still buy their CD’s, I want to support them but, I’ll be sticking to their YT vids.

And please don’t get me started on all the books I’ve read that are technically great but are heartless; not one speck of blood on the page.

Where’s the heart y’all?