| | bryan, a key passage from the book of darnielle, indeed- quite a wonderful song. for me, though, this song goes both up and down: on the one hand, there are few moments in music that choke me up as much as hearing darnielle describe the package "with the drawing of the young chinese farmer, the eastern sun behind him, smiling at you from the shell," but i've simultaneously been crushed by the reading that after a life of hardship, the height of our heavenly rewards is the ability to buy some peanuts, an indictment of our fetishization of both "the little things," and a spiritual reverance for the most trivial level of consumerism. either way, great song, great job. |