I have about five movies that are all my "Number One Favorite Movie of All Time" somehow. When the yearbook staff asked me for my favorite quote, I crammed in two or three because I couldn't decide. Whenever someone asks me my favorite food, I try to think of the last thing I ate and usually go with "cereal," which is fine because I do love a good bowl of Raisin Bran no matter what time it is. Nutritious and delicious, that bran is good and good for you. Forget about Hostess, THAT's the stuff. But that's beside the point. My favorite color used to be purple, no questions asked...until Taylor Swift released an album called "Red", I got an amazing red dress, and I wore red lipstick for the first time. So I no longer have just one favorite color either! My favorite word had been "phalanges" (say it out loud--rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?) since seventh grade health class, but then I discovered "whirligig" and now I've got another favorite dilemma. Don't even get me started on favorite books, because I have never read a book I didn't love and proclaim as my favorite upon completion.
The internet told me there are over 97 million songs in the world, and I'm supposed to have one favorite? I have a few classic favorites, and I think at one point I decided "Wouldn't It Be Nice" by The Beach Boys was the best song in the world. I go through phases with favorite songs of the month or week though. This week, I entered a new phase. An "Re: Stacks" by Bon Iver phase, to be specific. You can always tell when I have found a new favorite song, because I will only listen to that one song, repeatedly, day after day, for anywhere from a week to three months. My sister Karen used to get so mad at me for this. Sorry, Karen, but nothing has changed except the song. If you're not around me to hear it, I'll make sure you listen to it on your own. I can work it into any conversation, and I won't leave you alone until I know you have listened to it. I'll text it to you, send you the link to the video for it, post it on Facebook, or even go to the length of writing a column about it, evidently!
Seriously though, this is one of those songs you can listen to any time. It's always appropriate because it's so chill. I played it for Lucy at work when I was explaining to her what it meant to have someone "harsh my mellow." This song returns that mellow even after it has been harshed, just for the record. I have fallen asleep to it every night and woken up to it every day of this week. If we have spoken at all within the past seven days, I can guarantee I've told you to listen to it. It's just a nice song, from every angle. It's wonderful. And you should totally listen to it, because if you have an ear or two, I think there's a good chance you would like it.
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