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Man, it’s been a good week for music nerds in their 30s. This is my third favorite band of all time. OF ALL TIME. Also, the very first thing I ever wrote for a publication that was not associated with my high school, college, day camp or synagogue youth group was about The Feelies. (I even did the “artwork,” using Aldus Photostyler. O.G.) This essay was horribly written and mawkish as all get out but I was so young and full of verve and completely un-self-conscious and defenseless about the things I loved. These mistakes are forgivable, I think, when you’re all verved up by youth as I was. Boing.
