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24th May 2011

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So this morning I was watching a video of Iron & Wine covering George Michael’s “One More Try” on the AV Club site. And one of their employed goons had the gall to ask that bearded dude that I don’t normally care for too much if his love of the song was ironic. I was fuming, irate, brimming with uncontrollable hatred over such an inane question. I am sick of all this “ironic v. non-ironic” enthusiasm for songs from the ’80s or ’90s or whatever. Can’t we just love what we love and not have to rationalize its origins, whether they be nostalgic or perversely trendy or achingly sincere? Same goes for that Bon Iver’s Bonnie Raitt cover. I love that song and it’s a sweet & soulful cover. End of story. This got me to thinking about how much I love Bruce Hornsby. Always have, always will. It has nothing to do with irony. It has to do with how he hits the ivory keys with such fierce poetry and how when I hear this song while driving in a car through anywhere, my soul is awakened to the clear blue sky above me and I take a deep breath and say to myself: “Yes, I am alive. End of story.”