April 8, 2011 § 8 Comments
So I know we all dislike Ben Folds. This song (stop listening after 4:30 or so, it slides into an actual Ben Folds Five song) is an exception for me because I never consider that it’s him. I hear it maybe once a year, and from the first grinding of the accordion my heart is torn to shreds. It is exactly the sound a heart makes as it’s being slowly ripped apart. And then the lyrics start in and we all know that relationship, we’ve all had one. He could be singing about any of them, and it’s that lack of specificity that makes the song almost poetically applicable. By the end of it, piano and accordion grinding down, I’m writhing in abject apology for every thing I’ve ever done and said to anyone, even Y-Bike grandma; for every promise I’ve ever made and not kept, every falsely optimistic hope I’ve ever let anyone hold onto and every one I’ve ever clung to myself, every fucking thing ever.
Well played, Mr. Folds.