Phil Collins generally makes me feel better about my life. Even when he's singing about sad stuff. Like in Both Sides. Or No Son of Mine. Most of the time, he's relentlessly positive, hopeful, and not at all ironic. That's how I choose to hear it, anyway. I could be wrong. Listen to Tarzan. Or Brother Bear (if the kid had imagined that he was a bear, this would have been a spectacular movie. Since that wasn't the case, it sucked. Also, the book Frankenstein - if Victor was also the monster (it's possible - re-read it), it would be even cooler.).
I heard he wrote "In the Air Tonight" during his divorce. Still, that song kicks it. It's such a stark dichotomy to his other work. Even if it wasn't brilliant on pretty much every level, you'd still notice it. I would. I did.
Oh my. I just looked at my smart friend's blog (see post below), and hers is so much fancier than mine. I feel inadequate now.
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