Maybe it’s the exceptionally hot and dry summer we’re having here in Seattle, but I’m enjoying light and lovely pop confections to an extreme degree right now.
I absolutely love this song (see bottom of post). In fact, I absolutely love this whole album. It’s magic. Get over yourself and go buy it now. Then listen to it from start to finish, in sequence. On a summer afternoon in a sunny, warm bedroom with all the windows open and a breeze blowing the drapes around.
Except for doing a favor for someone, I never would have given Edie Brickell and New Bohemians a second listen, other than hearing “What I Am” on the radio. When I was teaching high school English at the Kent Denver School in the late 80s, a student wanted me to back her up while she sang the song “Nothing” from this album. She gave me a cassette of the album. I learned the song. I listened to the album. And then again. And again and again.
I have a massive crush on her voice.
My understanding of how the band formed is that the fellas were a bunch of loose jammers and Edie joined them impromptu and started making up words and the next thing you know they had an album or so worth of music. Like most great albums, it’s a snapshot of a brief, beautiful moment. You can tell that all the pieces just fell into place.
The fantastic guitar solo from Kenny Withrow (the greatest Jerry Garcia solo Jerry Garcia didn’t play) is icing on the cake. Just added this song to my playlist from yesterday’s post on great guitar solos.