Broadcast
“Michael A Grammar”
My name is not Michael, but it’s very common for people to think that it is. It’s not far off from Matthew, I suppose, and it’s a nice enough name, so I’m never very offended. (I mean, if people were accidentally calling me Mike or Mikey or Mickey, I might take some issue.) The only time I ever wish that my name was actually Michael is when I hear this song. Trish Keenan sings the name with a quiet grace and gentle authority - Michael could just as well be her child as it as a lover, a brother, or a best friend. Lyrically as well as musically, the track is intimate and woozy, like a disjointed half-asleep late night conversation set to song. (Originally posted 11/22/2005)
(perpetua)
Hey guys, you remember Broadcast? (I totally put them on a mix for someone, recently, that had to do with dancing. She quite liked it.) Their other albums (besides the one from which this song is) are kind of… meh. But this one is pure gold.
In case you didn’t click play on the video, do so. It’s batshit nuts.
