I’m starting to get concerned with the amount of breezy, semi-adult contemporary music that has become part of my collection.
I mean, there’s Peaches and Princess Superstar, and the Sounds and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but then there’s this, which kind of sounds like I’m stuck in line at Starbucks, and suddenly I’m humming along, thinking about buying a pair of sensible shoes before investing in a Roth IRA.
Maybe it’s just the romantic part of me that gets swept up in music like this, the one who pretends she gets to wake up in a little bungalow on the edge of the earth, stretch herself out in the sun as the smell of fresh-brewed coffee wafts from behind her, and looks forward to a day of wandering, exploring, and kissing.
Or maybe I’m just… getting… older.
Can Radiohead make a new album soon, please? I’m barely hanging on to the cred that this song is a Dylan cover.