Indigo Girls, Closer to Fine
This song was in heavy rotation on MTV and radio during the summer I lived in Bloomington in the early 90s. For some reason, this, and not one of the hundred other songs that were out at the time, is my Bloomington song[1]. So I get it stuck in my head at odd times. I don’t know what, exactly, invokes it, but I spend an awful lot of time with this song bouncing around in my head. This morning, it showed up while I was walking across the Target parking lot.
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1. Seriously. Why? I played the hell out of Little Earthquakes that summer. The same for REM’s Out of Time and Nirvana’s Nevermind, but I don’t associate any of those with this place. Weird.
red paper boat 