I can't help myself.

So, this song currently brings me total joy in the same way that certain Elliott Smith songs do.  Honestly.

This is probably (I sincerely hope) the first time that Elliott Smith has been associated with the early 90s teen pin-up Joey Lawrence, of Blossom fame and a short-lived and (in my opinion) underrated solo music career.

I know this is purely due to a weird sort of rose-tinted nostalgia, but I woke up with this song in my head a few days ago and now can't stop listening to it.  The longer this goes on, t's almost like I genuinely (slightly) believe it is actually a good song.  I mean, I know it's *not*.  And yet...