I always thought I hated Pete Yorn. I'm not really sure why. I couldn't tell you one song he sings. At some point, I must have heard something by him and made a snap decision that he wasn't for me. It doesn't happen often, but it happens. Even owning a copy of his collaboration with Scarlett Johansson, which I loved, was not enough for me to listen to any of his catalog. Then he turned 43. The local Philly radio station played a song to celebrate his birthday. The song was "Life on a Chain." Suddenly, it was 2001 and I was in love.
Monday, August 28, 2017
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