What I’m saying is that sometimes you gotta let the singer be the singer and let the song be the song, and not hold its former culture-throttling ubiquity against it, nor hold its long-term unbearable biographical baggage against it. Empty your mind of all unpleasant and unnecessary context. Approximate, as best you can, the mentality of a disastrously naïve 13-year-old. Try it. Let’s try it with something else.
