The saddest story ever told – The Magnetic Fields
Those days are gone
You and I were young those summer nights
You’ll see the world
diving for a girl you’ll never find
And then we’ll quietly grow old…
the saddest story ever told.
If i ever were to find myself in conversation with Stephin Merrit (and don’t think that i haven’t dreamt of such an occurrence), one of my inroads would be the changing of the pronoun from “he” to “her” when the Beach Boys covered the Crystals’ Then He Kissed Me (which he aped for this song’s intro) and made it Then I Kissed Her. The shift of power, the setting of order, why they had to change it in the first place and what would have happened if they left the original lyrics intact. Then i’d lead in to that scene in Adventures in Babysitting, ask him if he has seen it, and struggle to resume comfortable conversation flow after he bluntly replies “No.”
It’s probably a terrible idea, and a route of conversation best left to the deaf ears an mp3 blog falls on. Wait for it. At the best of times i think more typically nice, open, enthusiastic people hate me, think me uninteresting, or don’t think of me at all, so how am i supposed to handle conversation with the most reputedly dour person in music? Still, i’d like to think it would work, and i’d like to think i’d be a hit. Pointless, unappealing, inurbane, ineffective, removed from pertinent discussion and action in this world, i still think i have somewhat good ideas about things.
