One of the most beautiful songs I’ve heard lately. Came over the PA in Froth House. What th– what is this thing, I must have it! You know the drill.
Of course the strange piano note, the one that kind of insists despite everything that it’s the right note and thereby colors the whole song with its weirdness and stubbornness, is sort of the same one that Weezer uses to devastating effect in “The Sweater Song.” And yet the two songs are completely different. Though the latter is also very, very beautiful. And now that I listen to both again there’s also something in common about the way the wordless aah-ahh’s are deployed, but it might just be that everybody in the world, whether AOR-indie or alt-country, loves Doolittle.
Wait, are there readers of this blog so young as not to have heard “The Sweater Song?” Very likely. So OK: