Sometimes I like to pretend that there’s something very European about me, like maybe I’m kind of upscale and fancy, but most days I’m willing to admit that I’m pretty American. Like, if it’s a Wednesday night at a dive bar and you put on “Your Love” by The Outfield, I might wind up dancing with an older woman and hooking up with one of my guy friends and regretting it later.
What does this have to do with how much I love this song? Nothing. I’m treating this post like a therapy session. But listen: This is a really good song and when you hear it, assuming that you’re kind of American and have kind of a kooky side, it does something to you.
Another jam that falls into this category is “Higher Love” by Steve Winwood. I hope my (nonexistent) kids lose their virginities to that song. That’s a real “hop into the convertible with the top down and let your friend drive so you can hang out the window and show off your American flag bikini”-type song as well. A classic.
Happy Memorial Day, I guess.