Bonnie Raitt is a crucial figure in the great American songbook, and outside the music, she’s just so cool: She’s a daughter of Burbank, she’s got the stripe of white hair against the red, the big old double pickguard Guild, she plays slide on a Strat, Stevie Ray Vaughan inspired her to get clean…I could go on for days. I always joke that I’m Bonnie Raitt’s premier Korean superfan, and until someone can dispute this, I’m claiming the title. The song itself is a two and a half minute tearjerker that you listen to alone, and when you get to the bridge, you mutter “Oh, don’t hurt ‘em, Bonnie!” to yourself.