| It moves me, I say. It’s something about how deeply human and humble the effort is. It’s something more to do with the feeling that while this kind of music was declared dead after its brief moment of exposure in the press (Hayden, anybody?), it will never really go away, because for some people exactly this kind of wholly self-driven effort will always be the most satisying thing: the most natural thing, the most personal thing. Maybe that’s what’s moving me so much about it. Or maybe it’s that it reminds me of the past, which always seems sadder when we think of how there are some things we’ll never be able to retrieve from that strange country: eras, people, pets. I don’t know. I don’t know. I have now listened to the album four times in a row trying to figure it out: is it me, or is it the record? Of course it’s both. But I feel confident enough in the simple sadness of the album’s sixth song, “More Overdramatics,” to reccommend it to you anyway. It’s a little affected & fairly dated, but it has helped ease me along my road today. |