Hello listeners. This weeks tune is a bit of an acousticy, slightly synthy reminiscence on listening to music in bed one night as a kid. A very specific memory in fact of listening to "The Very Best Of Crowded House", which my brother bought when it came out in 1996, (so I would've been 15 years old, crazy..), he chucked it on his CD player, we shared a room, bunk beds, me on the bottom one, it was stupid hot outside and the window was open to a warm breeze and I had my head back looking up at the stars. Our Dad had a crowded house tape he played pretty regularly in the car so we knew most of the songs but listening to them in that specific moment was a beautiful experience, I remember saying to my brother that this was the kinda music you could breathe in. Much much later in life my dad took me to go see them live, after Paul Hester had died and they'd gotten a new drummer and just written a ton of songs about Paul Hester, (and other things, but "Time On Earth" is mostly about Paul Hester I think), and they were still amazing. Hopefully this song puts across that feeling, that sort of blissful escapist feeling, being somewhere else because of words and music, not somewhere super happy by any means, Crowded house can write killer pop songs no doubt but the real genius is in that hint of honest sadness they drop on you too. Music is great, I freakin' love music.
