Soft Boys, Mr. Kennedy

The Soft Boys were like the Velvet Underground. They only sold a thousand copies of their classic record, but every person who bought one started a band. Acolytes like R.E.M. went on to fame and fortune and spoke glowingly of their influence. In 2002, they did what I hate and got back together (bands should never get back together, except for Wire, who actually made great music after reuniting). They put out a new album. I got it. I never listen to it. But this, this one song from the album, sticks with me, and it's what's plaguing me this Sunday morning in New Jersey. It's even one of that worst of subgenres of rock songs, the tour diary. No matter, it works.