shawn_colvin raze sometimes i feel like i must be the only person alive who thinks her radically reimagined version of "viva las vegas" is beautiful. maybe it helps that i grew up in the eighties with the radio almost always on. all those reverb-drenched voices and gated drum sounds gave me a tolerance for cheese i might not have otherwise had. i still say there's something special squirming around in there. some smiling sliver of human frailty that could only come from someone with both feet firmly planted in the dirt. but that's not the song i think about when i think of her. it isn't "sunny came home", either. it's "anywhere you go". not even the studio recording, but an incomplete, informal jam buried in the belly of the fifteenth episode of a tv series i probably loved more than i should have, named for a man with the voice of an angel and a nose that never straightened itself out after being broken seven times. that's what makes a meal of my mind from time to time — a fragment made more urgent by all it implies and fails to flesh out. 250624 what's it to you? who go blather from