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.
He still jams econo.
It’s a midlife midcourse correction.