You’ve probably played this song yourself. Maybe you butchered it, too. Welcome to the club – we have tissues and tuners.
But here’s what I love: those four chords are basically a universal language. A stranger in Seoul could play them, and you’d both feel the same lump in your throat.
So go ahead. Strum G – D – Em – C again. And again. Cry if you need to. It’s not a cliché. It’s therapy.
Just maybe close the blinds first. Your neighbor doesn’t need to see this.
