Sometimes a song finds you. It can emerge unexpectedly on the radio or TV at the exact moment you’re ready to hear it. This happens a lot.
Sometimes you find a song. A friend, confidante, or trusted blog recommends it. You search YouTube or iTunes for a proper clip. This happens sometimes.
And sometimes a song hunts you, chases you through the jungle of your everyday life, pounces, pins you down, holds a knife to your throat, and demands your attention. This happens rarely ->
The Only Living Boy In New York