
U2 gets on my nerves, and it’s no secret that aside from a song or two — tops — Elvis Costello makes me want to maim. Coldly. Chillingly. Without logic. Without calculation. Without mercy. So why would I like
this song? Aside from an ill-conceived bridge section, it’s so hopelessly derivative of those I mentioned, as well as many others that come to mind that I’m lukewarm at best over (Feelies, Long Winters, etc). I’d say it was like the chocolate-and-peanut-butter-together trip, but I like those components both as much if not more so alone. That’s certainly not the case with regard to the aforementioned ingredients.
Anyway, now my sweet tooth is acting up. And with the spoils of valentines day lying about, I’m off to get a treat. So while I inch my way closer to adult onset diabetes and all of its blissful complications that will, god willing, waltz me towards renal failure and eventually throw me from this mortal coil, take a minute to listen to this song and try to figure out why it has infected me so.
Not that I think I need to, but I’ll take this time to remind you that “Because you’re a pussy” isn’t really what I’m looking for.