Bright Eyes - The Calendar Hung Itself
This is easily the most emo song I can truly say that I love. And it bothers me calling Conor emo, but dammit, listen. Part of it is yes, nostalgia (wow, he’s grown up, huh?) but part of it is that’s it’s a very good song. I almost want to call it a guilty pleasure, but I don’t believe in those. Nevertheless, there’s a bit of inner conflict, since part of me sort of hates this song.
This is the song that got me into Bright Eyes. The lyrical content brilliantly captures puppy love obsesssion. The driving acoustic guitar is an aesthetic that I’ll always love (c.f. failure - pillowhead, converge - hanging moon).
