You have, no doubt, heard of "desert island albums" -- the CD you would simply have to have in your possession if you were ever stranded beyond hope of rescue.
Well, here is my desert island SONG. I haven't spent so much time mastering every yip and yowl of a song like this since high school!
It's a perfect three-act play in four minutes. Act 1: The band lands in NYC. Told from the perspective of our over-excited narrator -- moody Carl won't even appreciate the sunset, and hey, John -- the CHICKS!!
Act 2: Our hero meets laconic Gotham hipsters. (An American Music Anthology? Sounds fun....)
Act 3: The moody break-up, interrupted by an overanxious hostess ("is there anything in particular I can help you with?") as he turns to his already disenchanted love interest, "all I ever wanted help with was youuuuu" — the languid growl of the last word leaving us room to imagine the sequel...
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--> Myriad Harbour, The New Pornographers
1 comment:
Oui, c'est bon.
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