Two months ago I heard this song on WFUV. It stopped me in my tracks when I heard this line:
"Brooklyn, Brooklyn, let me in/Are you aware the shape I'm in/My hands they shake, my head it spins/Brooklyn, Brooklyn, let me in."
I was instantly sold. I downloaded the song as soon as I got into work and have listened to it at various times in my home borough. Last week the full Avett Brothers album showed up in the mail, and I was surprised that the entire disc lives up to the immense promise of its title track. Rick Rubin, you've done it again. (But please stop the Chili Peppers from making any more albums.)
2 comments:
Steve, I was caught by the 'Brooklyn, Brooklyn' business too - the first time I heard it. But it came to seem almost manipulative to me then, mostly I think because of the title phrase given the cache of being part of a band, and therefore part of that specifically hip community in Brooklyn. But the clincher is the title phrase, which goes deep into the heart of schmaltz - no?
Oops...apparently I'm illiterate. The above SHOULD read:
But it came to seem almost manipulative to me then, mostly I think given the cache of being part of a band, and therefore part of that specifically hip community in Brooklyn. But the clincher is the title phrase, which goes deep into the heart of schmaltz - no?
Bah.
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