For all the love in the world.

Dear Celebrants,

Here it is, your song for today.  You don't know it, because sometimes I am very shy about confessing my love for this or that cultural tidbit, but I adore this song, just adore it.  I love the whiny refrain, and the stair-stepping guitar chords behind it.  I love that thinking of what a love song isn't requires you also to think of what a love song is.  I also love that nearly all songs are love songs, and so if you think you have one that isn't, you might have to declare it outright.

I saw Public Image Limited once, in concert, and it was a bit of a sonic mess, because the wind grabbed a lot of the sound, and the keyboards seemed very thin and reedy.  I came home thinking that they needed a studio recording to corral the sounds so they'd be fit for hearing.  But now, I think, no, all outdoor music gets twisted and trampled by the air, and anyway, I am weary of perfection and clean sounding polish.

The call of the muezzin, the punk(-ish) lead vocalist, the opera singer, and maybe even the coyote's howl are all expressing the same passion.  Many happy returns of passion day to you!