I found this track via the “Dead Man on Campus” soundtrack. No, I never saw the movie. No, I have no intention of ever watching the movie. No I don’t have the slightest idea what the plot is, or who’s in the cast of this flick. Don’t care. Don’t tell me.
I have absolutely no idea how the album came into my possession, honestly. I’m not sure if it was a reject from the DJ slough bin back when I was working for WQFS. Maybe I did some bartering with a contemporary at another label and received this in a random box of goodies.
Hell, I dunno when or where I got it. I just know I dig it. Well maybe not the entire album. But Self’s track “Paint by Numbers” is kinda like eating a Spree a few hours after a spinach loaf lunch the day after Easter. (Not a chewy Spree though. Ew.) You’re frickin’ tired of chocolate and ham. Your teeth are wearing little sweaters. It’s time for something different. At the outset, you’re greeted with a deceptively sweet but refreshing flavor. Suddenly the sour begins to emerge and you’re enjoying the ride far more than you expected.
“Take us to the moon, take us for a ride.”
I think it’s a great “bittersweet ditty” that totally encapsulates the summer’s saucy mood. We hit ninety plus degrees here today and I’m so elated to hear a song fitting the mood. This track would compliment any road trip ending at a body of water and keg of beer.
It is not, however, complimented by the next song that shuffles onto the playlist…”Just As I Am” from Air Supply. Not even a little bit summery.