Then I spent the next 15 minutes thinking about the song until I audibly "do do doo, do do doo doot diddah doo"'d and told myself to go back through my internet history and find that fucking song.

Whoever the fuck Andy Shauf is, "The Magician" is on some reruns of Who's the Boss type red brick and white trim shit. It's comfortable and familiar and introspective but it's rusty, like the baby blue Tony Danza handyman van in the driveway. It's therapeutic stare out the window while it's raining music, and if that was an oboe that just tooted, it touched me.

Oh relax, it's not supposed to mean anything. Andy Shauf just makes me remember things that have nothing to do with music, and they feel super New Englandy.

I love how it almost feels like it's going nowhere until it's where it is, and where it is is fucking comfortable as shit.

Can all music make me this slow mo side to side head bob?