When I listen to this song, I have to listen to it more than once. First, I listen all the way through, and then replay the first 40 seconds over and over and over before listening to the whole song again. Something weird happens in my guts in those first 40 seconds—there’s this sort of dreamy, lazy intro where the guitar and keyboard and bass and cymbal warm up together, then a pause, and then the clunky, twangy melody. I love it. Berman’s low, shaky voice cuts in with “Troubles, no troubles” and my guts just bottom out. Every time. I could go on about what lyrics like “I just got back from a dream attack” and “Half hours on earth, what are they worth?” and “It’s been evening all day long” do to my guts, but we can talk about that later.
-Anne Cecelia Holmes
Anne Cecelia Holmes lives in Northampton, MA. Her poems have appeared in InDigest, Phoebe, Denver Quarterly, H_NGM_N, La Petite Zine, and others. She is the author of a chapbook, Junk Parade (Dancing Girl Press 2012), and co-author (with Lily Ladewig) of the e-chapbook I Am A Natural Wonder (Blue Hour Press 2011).
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