One of my favorite singers is the punklike Jonathan Richman, who loves New England best. I like to say that he can’t really write lyrics, can hardly sing a note at all, and can’t play an instrument that well—yet he makes some of the best songs around. Somehow, the awkwardness of his songs, their sweet artlessness, makes them the best examples of art. And he can sing his classic “Roadrunner” any number of times, and it’s always a totally different song—either because he doesn’t have the concentration to repeat the song that same perfect way each time or because he has the imagination to keep trying for a greater song each time he croaks it.
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Friday, January 13
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