Does anyone love Enya? I heard one of her songs when I was very young, and it made me cry more than once—though not the lyrics as much as the music itself. But whenever I brought it up, my friends would scowl or roll their eyes or wrinkle their noses and pronounce, “But it’s so slow.” Well, none of that stopped me from loving it. I’ve partly forgotten the unbearable yearning it made me feel once, but it still has a special place in my heart, alongside Tori Amos’s “A Sorta Fairytale” and Jewel’s “Foolish Games.” Both of which were also, to the horror of many, so slow.
Luckily, I don’t like songs based on speed.