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My interest in girls and my interest in indie rock developed largely in tandem, each presenting itself as an insatiable curiosity bound to be misunderstood by those around me. If somebody asked me what music I listened to, I would answer, “oh, jeez, I don’t know… weird stuff.” If somebody asked me what girl I liked, I would answer, “oh, jeez, you know… nobody.” The true answers to both of these questions were equally zealous, spittle-flecked, scrawled in blood—but I could never, EVER bring myself to just say them. Finding a song that seemed to contain some sideways reference to a girl I liked was a chance to externalise my tormented emotional world without having to say “OK RACHEL IT’S RACHEL I HAVE A CRUSH ON RACHEL.” It was just a little secret kept between me and, say, They Might Be Giants’ I’ve Got a Match.
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— I wrote a long and very personal piece about a record that is very dear to me for the ever-excellent Australian lit magazine The Lifted Brow.
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