My Acolyte Journey: 2014.30

Brand New.
Pharrell. And JT.
Endless repetition. Pharrell (which I incessantly misspell) really is the master of vamp. When I talked about Happy, I said "I have nothing against simple songs" and then I qualified it, as if to prove that I don't like simple songs after all. Well, this song is extremely simple.
There's a narrator. He is thirsty for love. Guess who comes along? This girl. She's detergent and sunshine to his ratty tee. She's more than he can drink and he's still excited to drink her in. He's got the same up feeling as in Happy, but this time it's caused by a girl.
I don't really like the glorification of romantic love in American society, but this one does a really good job of being about a relationship without being about a sexual relationship. He just likes being around her. He's not trying to get in her pants to fulfill some Ultimate Real Life Challenge of Might. (I made it URL.COM on purpose because I'm clever.) I do have one gripe: he says God told him that this girl was right for him. I don't like when Christians blow up the Facebook with praises when they find their keys (THANK YOU, LORD, FOR YOUR BLESSINGS) and so this brings unpleasant aftertastes of people whose religious life should be, but isn't, private.
Now for the music free-write. I'm liking these less and less. But it's an excuse to be creative, so I'll jump at it.

[Turn off the music just for a moment and jump around in the silence. The whole house is built of boards scavenged from other houses, all built of other trees, all chopped down long before your great grandfather jumped around his house with your grandmother on his shoes. The whole house shakes a mess and the dust falls from the ceiling when you tromp. Bump, bump. The bass notes fall through the house like they've always been. You know you should stop, but honestly--it feels so good. Let go. The ancient boards creak underfoot and each one makes its own note; a small scream against the weight. You're trying to make a piano of the floor, and it's trying to make a man out of you. This girl doesn't know you from Adam. Why is she sweating in the kitchen with you? Why is the house making such wonderful music? Why does the beat grab the both of you? Why is the song so melodious? Why does she grab you when she's out of breath?] 

This is a really fun song. Stephen tells me it's MJ-inspired, and I can obviously see that. Even with my limited knowledge of Jackson's music, it's hard to miss when it's this in-your-face. Well, it had me hoppin' and I wrote something legitimately happy for once, so that's not bad. I think I might buy this. I'll give it time to smolder. It's certainly as good as the Haim Forever, and it says fewer depressing things. Maybe it'll light me up later. Songs do that, you know.
I wouldn't buy this--yet.