Fiery Furnaces
“Here Comes The Summer”

I’ll level, here. I have left my share of snippy-to-angry-to-ehhh ASKs today, and I’m done with that. It’s very nice outside, and I almost had a heart attack running around the neighborhood until I’d gone 5ks, after which I almost got run over by a cyclist at whom I screamed, “FUCKING STOP SIGN!” to which he said something—I didn’t hear b/c I had in headphones, duh—to which I screamed, “GO FUCK YOURSELF! STOP AT THE FUCKING SIGN!”

So—

My point is that I’ve been angry.

I saw the Fiery Furnaces last night with some lovely people and it was such a lovely time. And they played this song, maybe my favorite song of theirs. The part where Eleanor says,

I swear I swear that I will do my part

is so beautiful to me. It’s very naive-sounding. The whole song is very summerish and innocent, and I love it for that, but the “I will do my part” part is a little incongruous if you think about it. In the midst of a electro-jam about nice weather is a refrain about, of all things, duty.

Duty is a heavy topic, but I think everyone has a duty to be a good person (no Kant-mo). And I will never not try to be a good person, and sometimes the way I try to do that manifests in screaming FUCK in front of, yes, a schoolyard at a cyclist. (But what if he ran over the children!?). Sometimes it’s yelling at Barthel about how I think he’s over-wonkish, removing the human element from government, at best and misogynistic at worst. Sometimes it’s shutting up and enjoying the rest of the day. This time it is that.