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1:13-1:30 The descending
riff drops out completely; a long non-repeating chord progression
wanders circuitously but purposefully into the song’s conclusion,
whereat
1:31-1:46 it is suddenly Athens, Georgia in 1983 again and nobody
in the whole world knows just how much cool stuff is going on at parties
in peoples’ backyards down here practically every other night,
and this guy nobody knows has found a jangly twinkly sound on his
guitar and is playing it studiously as though it could cleanse the
windows of perception once and for all and make everything clear,
which it might, the ride cymbal swish-swishing, the snare a choice
rather than an imperative, the rhythm more roll than rock. |
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