Today I have for you a very protean song, first recorded in 1995, on a tape called Searching for Heritage, by a busker on the streets of Fremantle, Australia. His name is John Butler, and he went on to head the John Butler Trio. Every time he plays this song, it sounds different, and yet I’ve never heard a dissatisfying version, but I can’t help but feel partial to this one, even though it’s probably one of the shortest out there. You can listen to the 2012 studio version if you want a bit more zazz and about seven extra minutes to the song, but trust me, this one is probably the most direct explosion of sunlight in musical form you can get. It’s like a vaccine made out of masquerading photons. There’s no room for words on this song, never mind air in the room where it’s playing. Enjoy!