Let's get this started.
Disdainful, casual, jaded, assured. All descriptions that don't really mesh well together in a word stew, but words that I easily identify with because they are ingredients I want to combine in my own soup. They also characterize the songs and persona of Father John Misty and feed my fascination with his music.
FJM walks the narrow line of a singing and strumming contradiction. Optimistically fatalistic--he's not a priest although he won't shy away from the metaphysical. His real name is Josh Tillman and he defies all the readily available, stale categories like singer/songwriter and folk singer.
A bizarre sense of humor and an ear for the hook refine this love song to his wife: Chateau Lobby #4 (in C for Two Virgins). Dig the Spanish horns and give your earls a swirl:
Ever get tired of your head? I do. I get tired of your head. I get tired of mine. Sometimes I want a new head. Sometimes I want you to have a new head.
Thankfully a Chinese researcher is working on a solution for our tired heads. (Hint: this WSJ link may not allow you to see the whole story. If not, just copy the headline to the story into your search engine and a link to the whole story will be provided.)
Xiaoping Ren is transplanting heads. Seriously no joke for real true story. He put the head of a small brown mouse on the body of a small black mouse. And it breathed. And opened its eyes. And then asked for a couple of Excedrin Migraine with a scotch sidecar.
You see where this is going, right? Today, a brown mouse head on a black mouse body. Tomorrow, a horse's ass attached to the shoulders of Ted Cruz and Nancy Pelosi. Redundant, I know, but you get the point.