Don Mclean, "And I Love You So".
I woke yesterday morning thinking of this song. Ignore the swelling strings, please.
I was thinking of Mclean, who's in that very interesting category, "Three-hit Career".
I'd forgotten some of the lyric, so I looked it up, then I listened to it, a time or two.
It's really *dreadfully* awkward, that lyric. Lovely and weird, yes, sweet, yes, but really very awkward. It's an ABBA verse, which is odd, but that's not it. It's the words and their ordering, the way they're twisted to make the rhyme fit.
And it's spozed to be about how much he loves his one, but it's about him, and not, or not for me, in the usual way. For a song that is supposedly about a fabulously happy event, it's very fucking sad in sound.
And I was thinking of Waits, or Prine, or Springsteen, all of whom delivered time ang again songs that seem so authentic, but aren't, in fact, based in their own biography.
And I wondered if Mclean was channelling here, as with those three, or Patty Griffin, or many other stunning songwriters, or just being himself.
I don't have a real answer. But I think I'm leaning towards yep, that's who he was at that time.
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