Not so much a review. More of a plea.
A plea to stop, in the name of all that’s healthy and good, stop playing this song all the freaking time!
It’s simply not that good a song, people. I don’t care if Grey’s Anatomy liked it. That show and its music, frankly, are true signs of pop culture’s decline. A few years ago, we were listening to Belly tunes on Homicide. Now we have just another of that strain of 21st-century pop that passes itself off as sensitive because it has a piano and a guy asking sub-existential questions in a whiny high-pitched voice.
You want to hear sensitivity from a male voice? Listen to Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks. Listen to Dire Straits’ Romeo and Juliet.
Perhaps if I’d heard this song just a couple of times, I could’ve dealt with it. But it’s just drilled into my head, day after day, ages after it should’ve peaked.
Whiny song. Whiny show. Enough.
(Sorry, just had to vent.)