and if I could introduce them to you,

I would make the elite folk of Nantes know about Beirut's "Nantes". I feel sometimes I might have been conceived in France, rather than in Great Britain. 'Rents took the wrong honeymoon train, maybe? I enjoy these sounds; they are calling to shambled, heartbroken people everywhere, or to the friendly train-dependent, late night peeps of the underground--ever lovely, ever patient. The ones who only get noticed when things haven't gone as planned. To the little boy and his grandma in Nimes: this is yours.

I'd also recommend, for all my good buddies around the world, all my sad friends in lit-up cities and quiet down provinces, to the sounds of Leonard Cohen's "I Loved You in the Morning". Pretty much my go-to song for when I start to miss everyone.