"I laugh more often now, I cry more often now,
I am more me."

What confidence to engage in emotions. Artists are emotional base jumpers. We live for the yin and yang, the happy and sad, the light and dark. We explore and report. It is unethical to ignore the full continuum.

It's not recommended for everyone, like any other adventuring profession. The landscapes can be dangerous. Also, it doesn't pay well.

Plus, after all that work, you have to pull all this insight into satisfying forms, or nobody will pay attention.

This song is an excessively beautiful form. First of all, listen to the overloaded melody lines. The words are crammed into the phrases with increasingly hilarious desperation. The melodies are already long and busy, and they still barely do the job to fit all the words they want to sing. The song swirls like the creative emotion that produced it.

There was one excellent summer that Peter Bjorn and John owned with this song and many others from their album Writers Block. Jill and I camped the hell out of it. May it be fondly remembered.