I'll also apologize for going back to the Canadian indie rock well, which cratered this blog's readership numbers when I started writing about Mardeen and Joel Plaskett last month. But this song's absolutely magical.
But this song makes me want to fall in love. It feels overawed and hesitant and completely nervous in a way that feels way more like real life than most songs on the subject, which are either overwrought boombox-scene-in-Say Anything melodramas or are slick and overproduced and depict love and/or sex in a fantastical and unrealistic manner, like pornography by audio.
"Blurry Nights" occupies that space where you're trying to make it known that you're romantically interested but the conversation goes silent because you're not sure how to phrase it the right way, or to make the right move, and so you just freeze for, like, a minute at a time, because you figure that if you just don't say anything time will actually stop and you'll be able to duck out and consult an expert on how to carry on. Never mind that what you actually say in those situations probably matters not at all, because the answer to either "So, do you want to get out of here?" or "I love you..." depending on the stage of the relationship, has already been predetermined by the events that had come before.
Anyway, that's where this song lives for me, and it's a truly special place.
