Two-seconds. That’s all it takes. Two-seconds and then the needles drops, kisses and reveals what’s about to happen. Two seconds and the guitar kicks in, and every montage of “a young man going to wear the nation’s colours in a foreign land” runs, screaming through my brain.
I've heard It Won't Be Soon Before Long, Hands All Over, Overexposed and parts of V. I acknowledge their existence. None of them will matter like Songs About Jane mattered.
He's a spectre that stays alive through the ever-wavering power of his voice-- he sings anxious, nervous and sounds hyper-super-fucking-self-aware.
However, I doubt any of these red hot peppers have anything on Anthony Kiedis, Flea and Chad Smith, who seem to plow through the years like a Carolina Reaper would my soul.
It may seem inconsequential to some, but I love every moment I listen to a 4/4 beat that sizes me up, strips me bare and totally nails my shit: