I always die when this song comes on. It’s got long roots, back to my early days with rock-n-roll, when radio ruled my whole world. A chance play would have me chasing an elusive song for months—back before Yahoo and Shazaam. Instead I just drove myself mad humming what I could remember, banging my head into walls, finger on REC.
It starts out of breath, pushy
Then this bassline to hold onto—
This is going to change everything.
IT IS NOT A HABIT, IT IS COOL, I FEEL ALIVE.
It’s a soft black hole jungle of all the things I love in songs: slow build, bass that climbs & drives, a trapdoor where most everything falls out (so it can come back bigger), lyrical declarations, GUITARS. I’m in love with a good million songs, this is one.
Lauren Hunter is from North Carolina and lives in Brooklyn. She received her MFA in poetry from The New School and works with the team at Telephone Books as their Managing Editor. Lauren reads as Harriett Van Os with The Poetry Brothel and her chapbook, My Own Fires, was released by Brothel Books in 2011. Her poems and translations can be found online in pax americana, Lyre Lyre, Food I Corp Publishing Enterprise and in both English & Spanish in The Translation Project: Volume 1 (Brothel Books, 2011).
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