So wonderful.
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Perfect Pop Song, Perhaps?
Sorry for my absence.
It has come to my awareness all music fans have one goal that they hold very dear, and value higher than any other endeavour. That is, looking for The Perfect Pop Song. We search high and low, surf blogs and the NME. Shiny outfits and pounding bass make our ears prick up, and summery music videos make our hearts race.
It has a long and arduous journey, one that many people sadly fail to succeed in their lifetime. However, I have been lucky. At fourteen years old, I think I might have hit the jackpot.
Do you hear that, everyone? Horns? Drums? Piano? Cutesy lyrics? It's everything I could have ever dreamed of.
I've always had faith in Patrick Wolf to dish out some energetic, melodic little numbers that seem to me to have jumped straight out of a Broadway musical half the time. But this is something else! Oh, it's so catchy, so new, so beautiful! So different! I could listen to it all day.
In an odd way, this song is as painful as it is delightful. Delightful because it freakin' rocks. Painful because that is obviously the ultimate summer choon and, in New England, bare arms and afternoons spent eloping on beaches seems a long, long time away.
Good work, Mr. Wolf.
(ps, happy pancake day!)
It has come to my awareness all music fans have one goal that they hold very dear, and value higher than any other endeavour. That is, looking for The Perfect Pop Song. We search high and low, surf blogs and the NME. Shiny outfits and pounding bass make our ears prick up, and summery music videos make our hearts race.
It has a long and arduous journey, one that many people sadly fail to succeed in their lifetime. However, I have been lucky. At fourteen years old, I think I might have hit the jackpot.
Do you hear that, everyone? Horns? Drums? Piano? Cutesy lyrics? It's everything I could have ever dreamed of.
I've always had faith in Patrick Wolf to dish out some energetic, melodic little numbers that seem to me to have jumped straight out of a Broadway musical half the time. But this is something else! Oh, it's so catchy, so new, so beautiful! So different! I could listen to it all day.
In an odd way, this song is as painful as it is delightful. Delightful because it freakin' rocks. Painful because that is obviously the ultimate summer choon and, in New England, bare arms and afternoons spent eloping on beaches seems a long, long time away.
Good work, Mr. Wolf.
(ps, happy pancake day!)
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