| And what to speak of Steely Dan’s “Barrytown”?
Nearly thirty years old now and just getting its sharpest teeth.
I sang it out loud while cleaning the living room a few days ago
and felt like I was finally getting down to the center of it, to
its brain-bank, but as soon as I got there it took on extra power
and I couldn’t hear it clearly any more. Did I mention that
Breeders song? Yes, I’m sure I did. It sort of careens off
of “Barrytown” in an especially aching way. |
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