This is one of Spin’s choices of the 100 best alternative songs of 1994 and, man, like a stopped clock, they’re right on the money.

This like what That Lady by The Isley Brothers would have been like had Elvis Costello fronted the group.

Cool, soulful, but acerbic.

And Ernie Isley probably wonders ‘didn’t I play that riff?’

It’s so damn good, it can survive being placed in Spin’s list next to a Counting Crows song.

… and there’s Cowboy Junkies’ Sweet Jane at #54 in Spin’s list of the 100 best alternative songs of 1994.

You know, their cover that came out in 1988.

Oh, but it was in Natural Born Killers in 1994, when, according to Spin, it ‘hit its peak.’

Because no one wrote about or bought it in, you know, 1988.

Apparently.

This is pure comedic gold.

…and there’s Sheryl Crow in Spin’s list of the 100 best alternative songs of 1994…

yeah, they’re straight up buggin’.

A little over ten entries into Spin’s list of the best alternative songs of 1994 and have seen Toad the Wet Sprocket, Dishwalla and ICP and I think I am being trolled.

The joy of living a long life is that you get to see so many things that were derided undergo a critical reappraisal. 

I’m one of those odd types that likes ABBA’s melancholy more than the rather sunny pop hits they were known for, because those melancholy ones reach me in ways that artists I love much, much more than ABBA do. 

The hooks are so sharp on this one, they hurt, but in a cathartic way…

Found a bunch of socks that were missing so I have that going for me, as Bill Murray would say.

In their coverage of Kate Bush’s first concerts in 35 years, one of the UK papers - The Guardian? - had several accompanying articles, including one about other musical hermits - folks who, like Kate Bush, either shied away from public appearances or just buggered off all together.

In the talkback where readers offered up their own suggestions, two names circulated with considerable frequency.

Mark Hollis (you know him as that guy from Talk Talk) and Lee Mavers.

Who?

Mavers was the leader of a British combo called The La’s.

Or at least he became the leader of the band, which existed for about a year before he joined in 1984.

By about 1987, or so, the band signed a record contract and would spend two years recording, dumping and re-recording their self/untitled debut album under the auspices of several very talented producers before being paired with Steve Lillywhite, who had worked with everyone from Simple Minds to Talking Heads.

There are several legends about Mavers’ intractability in the recording of the album, the best ones being the ones that aren’t true.

As often happens.

Regardless, Mavers still wasn’t happy with the results, but the band’s label was growing increasingly frustrated with him, and with the money they’d poured into the project, and killed it.

Lillywhite pulled together an album from the sessions that could be released, and Mavers was incensed, suggesting that Lillywhite didn’t get what the band was going for and had used vocal tracks that never should have seen the light of day.

The resulting album sold well in the UK and made the US Billboard Top 200 albums.

And that was it.

From time to time, Mavers has performed live as The La’s with other musicians from the band, but there has been no subsequent album, although rumors have been circulating for nearly ten years that he’s been working on a follow up.

From what I’ve read, he earns enough on royalties each year from There She Goes that he probably never has to work again.

Between those royalties and his cursed perfectionism, it’s likely he won’t.

But since There She Goes keeps popping up here and there in pop culture, it’s like he’s never been away.

I watched a video of a guy fixing a scratched record with, among other things, sandpaper and Goo Gone and am amazed at the lengths people will go to preserve a piece of vinyl.

The most crazy thing I ever did was a Magic Eraser to a junk LP.

But not sandpaper.

I couldn’t even sand down wood.

Trust me.

When he wasn’t throwing things at me, my industrial arts teacher was smashing my projects because I was that inept.

I should probably recommend some more summer listening to you, but it all seems so anticlimactic now.