100% the Minneapolis sound of the late eighties and early nineties.
It reminds me of living there. It reminds me of going to bars like Liquor Lyle's with my roommates for free food during happy hour. Liquor Lyles only had the same four things for happy hour from what I recall: Fried chicken wings (often still with a smattering of feathers attached), ritz crackers, a block of cheddar cheese the size of a cinder block to trim pieces from and pickled herring. Sometimes that's all we could afford for supper (the cost of the beer to sit there).
This song has always resonated with me. I had this album in high school and I needed the song then. I still need it now. I probably always will. At a time when my life was not going well for me, I used to have this crappy car and only one of the speakers worked. When I would listen to this song in that car it sounded like a beautiful acapella version of it, and I thought it was such a small thing that I appreciated to come from something broken, especially since the singer died young. I never knew anyone else who had loved this song as much as I did -- until I met my husband. I recorded myself singing this song one day when he wasn't home and our baby was napping. I want him to have that small piece of who I am in case he ever has to live without me.
I feel so weird telling a bunch of strangers about this, but so it goes.
_________________ The phone ping from a pillow fort in a corn maze I don't have a horse in your war games I don't even really like horses I like wild orchids and neighbors with wide orbits