Matt Nathanson remains one of my favorite “strummers” of all time. Don’t get me wrong, I love watching Mayer or Clapton tear through the fretboard as much as the next guitarist but for when it comes to crushing it on the rhythm, I will take Nathanson any day of the week. From 2:39 on, Nathanson’s right hand is out of control. With strumming that hard, no wonder his guitars tend to look like this.
Uh, the thing that gets the most media coverage is essentially the equivalent of a bar fight, right? It’s, uh, Kim Kardashian’s ass or Charlie Sheen’s crazy, or you know, name the celebrity…Demi Moore now is having trouble and the world becomes fixated on these people because, um, America thinks that being rich is actually the way to go, and they think that being famous is actually the way to go. That’s what we’re told and that’s what television does, and that’s what movies do. And it’s the idea that like, the self is not important—what’s important is trying to be someone that you’re not. And I think that it’s the exact opposite that’s important in life.
And you know everybody knows this too but its cloudy, fucking cloudy. Looking at magazines and seeing people be rich, and famous, and successful and thinking “I wanna be that person,” but I think what’s really important is the fucked up unique people that we are as individuals. And I think that society keeps telling us that that’s not it, that if you fix your nose or you lose weight or you do whatever the fuck, it’s better and that you need to be somebody that you’re not, when really I think that we all need to teach our kids and teach ourselves that actually being the person you are is actually the most important thing you can do. I don’t want my kid growing up thinking, fucking, that he or she is not the coolest person in the world, you know what I’m saying? That they’re not like—who they are in their weird, wacky—if they have a fucked up nose, or if they’re…like…not good at math, but they’re, you know—if they’re—that kind of unique shit. Playing music you see it more and more, right? I play music and every time I write a song I think, “I’m trying so hard to clear away the shit,” and it’s so hard to write what’s just actually in you.
So I’m not preaching in any way, I’m just saying like as people every day we have to get up and we have to try really hard to be our unique selves. And if people tell us that that’s not cool, then those are the people we don’t fucking hang out with. Seriously, cleaning up the plate a little bit. You don’t need that many friends. So I wrote this song in the hopes that—I wrote it for myself, for those days where you feel like being you is not enough and that’s actually not true at all.
These streets are haunted with ghosts who wait on luck to come. They sleep with hornets and they wonder why they wake up stung…
So just take me home, ‘cause I’m a mess enough clean. And I’ll lie until I believe.
I can still smell summer on your skinÂ
And I can still remember giving in
Wrapped all up in your hips, and in your sheetsÂ
It felt great falling, great falling
…it just took a while. I like to think we’re taking the stairs, you know what I mean? Other people take the elevators. I’m getting my—I’m strengthening my ass.