A perfect song can still move me to tears, and I love that. In this befuddling day and age, that makes me undilutedly happy.
This one did:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oivI6HCEPt0&mode=related&search=
and it's exactly what I was talking about yesterday, below. For those brave enough to wade through yesterday's lengthy entry, see what I'm talking about? Seeeeeeeee (shaking Billy Corgan by his omelette-like ears)?!?!?!?
I listened to this song 30+ times in a row tonight, and it was so nice to rediscover Michael Penn out of the blue. What a completely beautiful, utterly captivating song. *Exactly* what pop music should sound like. Sounds like Chris Von Sneidern having sex with Aimee Mann on the squeaky couch, with Buddy Holly holding the camera, featuring Marshall Crenshaw mixing ginnantonix for ABBA at the bar. Who knew that that scene would be utterly captivating?
And just to be uber-geeky and annoying for the sake of it, I'd like to wager that the fat electric guitar was a big hollow box of Gretch through an AC-30. Even if I'm wrong, just damn. What a tone. And the piano kills me.
Play this song on 1000 ouds at once, and half the world's problems go away instantly.
Posted by eric at July 8, 2007 02:17 AM