When someone is the sole survivor of, say, a crowded fiery building and claims that
God was looking out for them that fateful day, what they're really saying is, at that particular moment,
The Almighty Huzzah wasn't so interested in saving anyone else's life and, therefore, abandoned the unfortunate others to their pyro-infested passing. In other words,
God knows I'm really good at praying. I imagine this is what
Beck thought when he channeled
L. Ron Hubbard before embarking on his new album
The Information, thus giving him the power to smite his enemies on the
Billboard Top 100. But will he be able to keep that pace on the charts with such boring trifle as
We Dance Alone and
Cellphone's Dead?
Thank you, but I'll stick to the fuzzy funky shoulda-been-hits of
Itavayla (
Children Of Tomorrow and
Hyperborea, in particular), which effortlessly reach their magnificence by keeping their groove to the grindstone. I'd like to say they're better songwriters but it might just be they're more, I don't know,
blessed.
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