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The Mysteries of Life ~ Come Clean (1998)
Have you ever felt like you won the lottery? Or, as though the abundance of the universe had opened itself up to you in a direct and palpable way? Well, if you have, then, you might have an inkling of what I felt like when I saw Zeeba’s post telling me that the year chosen for my contribution was 1998. 1990freaking8. I thought to myself, “Self, is that not the year that The Mysteries of Life released Come Clean?" And, so it was. So may it ever be. Amen. [I thought something similar about Transactions de Novo by Bedhead, also from 1998, but that was just really serious intestinal gas.]
Anyway, I have hawked this album so many times (four, to be exact; I know it because it’s the number of fingers I have on each hand – no, wait,six, FIVE) that I was somewhat engladdened that earlier incarnations of this site had been shuttered, so that my posts could not be re-read and re-hashed, causing me to endure endless embarrassment for my fawning devotion and slavish attachment to this one album. No, really. Really? No.
But, perhaps I should actually mention the music. It’s good, really. It is melodic. The harmonies are nice. Did I just write an end-of-school yearbook note; i.e., “Have a nice summer, Trudy! U R nice. See you in the Fall!”? The lyrics can be ignored, but they are engaging if you choose to listen to them. “Downhill” is about aging, in case you need a primer. If you listen to the album in-full more than once, you might even generate a tasty earworm or two. Ewww... (Who does that after about second grade?)
So, with that, I introduce to you, Come Clean, by The Mysteries of Life, or as we in the winking cognoscenti know them, Mysteries of Life, or TMoL, or that group from Bloomington, Indiana, who now live in England, that has that drummer from The Blake Babies, that nobody seems to listen to....
It is on Spotify, and I hope and trust that our astute leader will post a hyperlink to allow ease of play.
Disclaimer: Lastly, I will not be around my computer again until at least sometime tomorrow late afternoon, Pacific Time, so I thought I would post tonight when it is close to midnight on the East Coast. I heartily apologize if I have broken any cardinal rules.
Have you ever felt like you won the lottery? Or, as though the abundance of the universe had opened itself up to you in a direct and palpable way? Well, if you have, then, you might have an inkling of what I felt like when I saw Zeeba’s post telling me that the year chosen for my contribution was 1998. 1990freaking8. I thought to myself, “Self, is that not the year that The Mysteries of Life released Come Clean?" And, so it was. So may it ever be. Amen. [I thought something similar about Transactions de Novo by Bedhead, also from 1998, but that was just really serious intestinal gas.]
Anyway, I have hawked this album so many times (four, to be exact; I know it because it’s the number of fingers I have on each hand – no, wait,
But, perhaps I should actually mention the music. It’s good, really. It is melodic. The harmonies are nice. Did I just write an end-of-school yearbook note; i.e., “Have a nice summer, Trudy! U R nice. See you in the Fall!”? The lyrics can be ignored, but they are engaging if you choose to listen to them. “Downhill” is about aging, in case you need a primer. If you listen to the album in-full more than once, you might even generate a tasty earworm or two. Ewww... (Who does that after about second grade?)
So, with that, I introduce to you, Come Clean, by The Mysteries of Life, or as we in the winking cognoscenti know them, Mysteries of Life, or TMoL, or that group from Bloomington, Indiana, who now live in England, that has that drummer from The Blake Babies, that nobody seems to listen to....
It is on Spotify, and I hope and trust that our astute leader will post a hyperlink to allow ease of play.
Disclaimer: Lastly, I will not be around my computer again until at least sometime tomorrow late afternoon, Pacific Time, so I thought I would post tonight when it is close to midnight on the East Coast. I heartily apologize if I have broken any cardinal rules.
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, but I do believe you picked a better one than myself (certainly more people enjoy it) - though I will say mine is a grower on subsequent listens. But great pick, Axo - one can see the merits of this album right on first listen.
