I’ve been thinking about pop songs. Not intricate pop like the Shins, which I love. Not lush pop like Rufus Wainwright’s, which I love. Not Elvis Costello‘s literate pop. Love it, obviously. I’ve been thinking about anthems. Sleek, take-no-prisoners pop tunes. The kind we used to blast racing up the Pacific Coast Highway on the way to a beach. The kind that makes you feel like something is going to happen and it’s going to be good. Teenage dreams don’t die.
Old scores and new songs.
“This is life. This is it.”