Nick Catoire Offers Tender Vulnerability in Intimate Single “There For You”
“There For You”, the return single from Los Angeles-based queer artist Nick Catoire, is a confessional letter left open on a nightstand, still damp from tears, addressed to the one who never truly stayed. Set in a waltzing 3/4 time, this track abandons the overproduced sheen of mainstream R&B in favor of something far more vulnerable—muted acoustic strums cradled by cozy, melancholic riffs, while Catoire’s voice—tender, bruised, evocative—tiptoes the line between Sam Smith’s torch-song grandeur and Bon Iver’s raw ache. It could be indie folk for the brokenhearted and queer soul, R&B for those who text but don’t send.
Lyrically, “There For You” flutters between self-sacrifice and self-erasure: “Put your heart in my hands / Promise I can be there for you” morphs into an elegy by the time the final line lands—“You left me half alive.” This is not a breakup anthem. It’s the sonic equivalent of looking in the mirror and seeing someone else's fingerprints all over your reflection.
What the song lacks in melodic acrobatics, it makes up for in emotional geometry. It spirals, loops, stumbles, and cradles—each line carefully arranged like crooked photos of a love that almost was. Catoire doesn’t just want to be heard; he wants you to feel him breathing next to you. And by the end of the song, you do. Loneliness never sounded so tender.
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