This is an intriguing song – aside from the Baa Baa Black Sheep tune….
However, it does sound like a song I used to know…that little, chiming, distant guitar, heralding a peasant rhythm and bringing an air of contrived simplicity to a post-modern examination of cliched ideas.
Well, there is nothing wrong with throwing off the anxiety of influence. If you embrace the problems of inspiration and present yourself in tandem with your history, you give a more honest account of your own art.
Foregrounding influence and remoulding it enables it to move, like a far bridge whose shape you remember and which sight is a Gregorian chant in the chambers of your mind.
Yes, alright – that last sentence is entirely contrived to enable me to include some puns.
Puns, not buns.