Liars
“Pure Unevil”

Do you remember that night—I think you had preceptorial, so you couldn’t make it—I made the long drive down to Albuquerque with the Petersons and their blonde friend. We saw the liars. When angus sat down on his stool to play this song, he broke a string (on the bass!), but he soldiered on. It’s too bad you weren’t there. That was a good show.

This is the most beautiful song. It’s basically perfect. It’s just three-something minutes of pure feeling. It might kind of adolescently hermetic—ie, untarnished by experience (wouldn’t want to have empty concepts, eh babe?)—but still. We pay people to stay and live as teenagers. They are called pop stars. We pay them to stay adolescents/pre-teens/teens for->ever. Steve Perry is like twelve. But we love him.

And I used to love you. But whereas—Graduate School! Fashion Design! That Guy! You’ve changed. This song never changes. It’s pure unevil. You, on the other hand, are—

(breakupsong)