Little Wings – Explains

It’s been ten long years since the New American Weird was all that weird. Goddamn lifetimes since you gave a shit about folk music and goddamn lifetimes since folk music gave a shit about you. At any rate Ms. Newsome married Andy Samberg, Ol’ Devandra peaked too soon. Remember when we was young and getting high in Paris? Well, anyway, Pa John come up to replace him, shaking those hips like a young Mic Jagger and everybody loves that cocksucker.

But if you were young and you were sad ten years ago, you were listening to Banhart, and if you were into Oberst and Adams, Coco Rosie… all that jazz, you peel that onion skin back far enough it come around to Little Wings.

He’s done very well for himself,  part of that LA crowd. He doesn’t have to be particularly talented, or insightful. He just has to look good.

Lord, it comes up. Ten years later and were still talking about the same old boring bullshit that was going on at college house parties. Unfortunately Little Wings hasn’t aged as well as our stories. He put some work into releasing ‘Explains.’ The only problem is, he couldn’t explain himself out of a parking ticket.

It’s like elevator jazz. You’re going to a better party, but you gotta be entertained when there’s nothing left but your own mind. This is, after all, America. You’ll get to that penthouse party, you’ll forget what you heard on ‘Explains,’ and you’ll lead a life better, more content, and with some knowledge in your pocket.   There’s a record there, but don’t waste your money on it.