Smith’s songs were populated by back alley losers, moving in a moonlit world of cashed checks, track marks, and bad luck.
You could hop over stepping stones on a stream with your children to this.
Yes, I am going to bend that spoon with my mind, so pay attention…
There’s a righteousness at the heart of these songs, a riveting freedom that makes Contemporary Indie — cute, smug, obvious, self-obsessed, eager to please — seem hilariously and stupidly irrelevant.
It was The Supremes’ ‘Baby Love’ that really brought back that Chunka-Chunka feeling
Stuck with powerful sexual impulses, I convinced myself that to act on them was disrespectful and cheap.
It was a simple statement, made on a friend’s Facebook status. “I never got what the big deal is about Nick Drake.”
I want a little glamour around my presence: glamour is the last thing I possess right now. I don’t know if I’ll ever recapture that mood again.
Why is that male-fronted bands are more easily notorious for emotionality than any similarly visceral girl-fronted bands?