I maintain that sobriety will be the death of Chan Marshall. You can accuse me of glorifying substance abuse or buying into the myth that art is only produced through misery and self-destruction (which I do), but seriously listen to this song...under the classy Memphis soul arrangements...isn't this really a Norah Jones track?
Sure, Hipster moms need music to let them feel cool in their pimped out mini-vans, but I miss the bat shit crazy girl who'd cry on stage. We have too many professionals running around as is.
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totes. . . however, the "lived in bars" jam is a good one.
"jukebox" is step further in the wrong direction, no?
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