The past few weeks have been day after day of unwelcome events large and small, ranging from a police shooting three blocks from my house to a detached squirrel tail in the backyard.
Today, though, the sun was out and it’s finally become cool enough for long pants. Perfect radio in the car weather and for once the radio did not disappoint. I heard this song and instantly loved it. I stand by my theory that the world of music fans can be divided into alt-rock-banjo and alt-rock-keyboard. It’s no secret where I land in this divide.
When I texted my oldest friend to ask if he’d heard it yet, he listened and then said, “I guess I liked it better when it was called Beck.” He’s a grouch. This is a bop. Way better than any breakup song ever written for me, that’s for sure.