Return of the Kings

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A middle-aged bookstore clerk in a black t-shirt folds his arms and raises his eyebrows. He booms: “Kids these days are into such pussy shit. Kings of Convenience. Just fuckin’ listen to Simon and Garfunkel, they were doing the same bullshit 40 years ago.”

Yan Yan isn’t surprised that Korean university students go weak in the knees for Erlend Oye. “Of course Korean kids like them, their music is all about being clean and neat and perfect.”

I fully accept the implication that I’m a teenage girl at heart. Part of me even revels in a sense of sinister complacency. Often, all I want is a lush string section, a soothing voice. Music that’s poetic and vaguely melancholy.

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  • I wish hitchhikers were that cute. If we ever go traveling together, we should make this dream a reality.
    You know I believe that Simon and Garfunkel were wells of infinite light. Classic beauty is worth reproducing. Also, speaking of dreams, I once met Paul in my sleep and he told me that his daughter played on my soccer team. Since I had that dream I’ve always imagined Paul Simon as my long lost godfather.


  • Oh dear Grace…do you not have a godfather?

    I like it Graham. Very clean and sweet to the ear.

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  • i used to have such a boy-crush with erlend when his dj kicks and solo album came out. i was so excited that i went out to see the kings at a small club in detroit. it was the most annoying show ever- they were shushing the audience, asking them to please be quiet and complaining about cigarette smoke. this was at detroit’s premier rock dive! where the White Stripes had originally earned their stripes and jack white had famously roughed up (okay beat the shit out of) someone.

    oh well, my crush waned but i still have a soft and quiet spot reserved for erlend. always.