A spontaneous autobiographical disclosure. A free-form slo-mo listening party. A song a day. Yours to enjoy.
Friday, April 23, 2010
It's gonna be. Alright.
Why do we let songs get away with endless refrains about how everything's gonna be alright? It usually seems so untrue as to border on delusional or criminally manipulative. And yet, our collective faith in the validity of that sentiment lends it a power that makes it true in some weird, involuntary—but ultimately very real—sense. Things will be what they are. If bending our minds to believe that this state of things is 'alright' makes life easier, well then, alright, I guess. The hoax goes down a lot easier when you've got the kind of groove that Roger Troutman's boys have going here.
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