The Least Dangerous Game

I covet secrets, just like everybody, because avarice catharsis paranoia something something. You don't need me to write about it because we already have V., The Assault, Incendies, and Robert Caro. But musically-minded goofballs who eschew the Great Tapestry of History narratives know there's something else you can play that doesn't involve any war crimes. Hunting mystery songs is the best game ever! A sound/lyric/melody fragment to a music nerd is like a collapsing dam to Superman, or a peacock feather to a cat. You love helping civilians (That dopey refrain you remember is from “Holiday” by The Other Ones!). You love helping yourself (Hm, here’s a cassette of me in 1984 playing some chords on a Bontempi mouth organ…aha, it’s “Catch Me I’m Falling” by Real Life!). The ones you solve quickly go on your next playlist. The ones that linger for years become podcast episodes. The unsolved ones become cries for help like this. There’s joy, of course, in the endless miles of false trails…

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