For reasons I refuse to explain, my anthem song for the el bizarro summer of '19 is this, what you see pictured here: "Miracles," by Jefferson Starship. Brilliant, inventive, horny, despairing, euphoric, moody, enchanted, hypnotic; Miracles has a whole she-bang going, built into its package deal, including a sophisticated sense of structure missing in most pop music. The song flap-jacks itself in all kinds of different directions, without ever losing a sense of mood, ambiance, focus or cohesion. It also brings up something about pop music in '19; is it me, or are guitars out? Is this it; is the age of the guitar hero (or the guitar slinger) completely over? Everywhere I go, everyone's tired of guitar-based music. People want things like "Miracles," more about a gentler kind of musical intensity. Even if a bunch of other things make Miracles sui generis.
