Because this is really the life. Because this is the lively tune, the one my friends break into on their guitar around a barbecue on summer nights. Because these are the unlikely yet harmonious notes, the ones we sing bursting out laughing when curled up on a couch. Because these are the coloured drinks, the ones we have again and again during our joyful evenings. Because this is the husky vocal, the one we listen to with our eyes closed. Because this is John Bonham’s electrifying drums, the one we admire stunned on Led Zep’s last live record when it’s 6 a.m. and there’s nothing else to do than falling asleep in front of a DVD. Because Amy Macdonald offers us with This Is The Life the most moving and genuine album of this year, of my writer career, of this decade maybe.