Lisa Goldin’s new single, “How Love Can Start,” has a way of sneaking up on you, much like the scenario it so tenderly sketches: that jolt of an old flame reigniting. It’s less a grand pronouncement and more an intricate, slightly trembling look at love’s potential encore.
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Goldin, described as a fearless artist, certainly doesn’t shy away from the raw, awkward core of this. We’re talking about that peculiar human dance: the mutual recognition that time, the great eroder, somehow missed this particular connection. There’s a shared, palpable nervousness, a quiet admission that other romantic avenues led to cul-de-sacs, leaving both parties standing here, now, with this unexpected echo.
This is where the song really digs its heels in. The lyrics wrestle with that tantalising, terrifying “what if,” that cautious hope pressing against the scar tissue of past hurts. It’s the emotional equivalent of finding a delicate, pressed flower in a book you haven’t opened for years – still beautiful, surprisingly intact, but you’re almost afraid to breathe on it. That frisson of “could this be it, this time?” resonates with an almost uncomfortable truth.
As a pop ballad, “How Love Can Start” doesn’t bludgeon you with melodrama; instead, its strength lies in building a sense of hesitant intimacy. The production lets the story breathe, capturing that almost unbearable tension between unspoken history and the present, tentative desire. It’s in the careful consideration, the impulse to hold back clashing with the urge to dive in. That “curious adrenaline” of a first spark, as the notes put it? Yes, that captures the odd buzz precisely.
The song taps into that universal feeling of wondering if love, truly great love, is always this blend of terrifying and beautiful, a gamble worth every last shred of vulnerability. Goldin leaves you with the weight of that possibility, that tiny, insistent beat of a question: if you open that door just a crack, what exactly is waiting to step through?
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