As the plane dropped into holding pattern above Chicago, I was still in Nashville, in my love's bed through the old, ratty headphones I had dug out when I knew I'd be traveling by plane (I get a little nervous about flight) and still worked pretty well. I was held down in Tennessee by a dreamy, lovely collection og songs by Richard Swift called Dressed Up For the Let Down. Nick had burnt the LP for me just before I left, and scribbled on it in an olive green sharpie. I consider our song "Most of What I Know," which I believe is track 04., but the whole album is a comfortable, hangly lullabye, perfect for bovering just above the coast of lake michigan, wishing I were back under the blankets, in the hills, in the right arms, the best arms.
Below, I've posted one of my favorite tracks off this nostalgic, soft carnival rock collection called "Kisses for the Misses." Swift releases on Secretly Canadian Records, and hails from California. He definitely has that dreamy Cali piano alley style, much like the Jon Brion gang (Michael Penn, Aimee Mann) but his lyrics follow the catchy meoldies more faithfully than that clan, who lose some pop credibility with cereberal chatter sometimes. Swift isn't afraid to repeat a short chorus or add in filler for the sake of pop and flow. I appreciate this as, sometimes, I just don't want to dissect meaning and wonder about song origin. These songs are anonymous and happy to be, which makes them so listener-friendly that it's hard not to fall asleep and dream of wandering for the sake of wandering.
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