I have had this album for two days now and have not been able to stop staring at it (send help). I never thought a portrait of a Zach Galifianakisy-looking dude in a yellow pullover holding a dandelion would be the thing that gives me that unwonted balance of tranquility and exhilaration, but there it is, standing monolithically on a beach, reassuring me between giggle-fits that as long as someone is there to furrow their brow and hold a dandelion for me everything is going to be okay. I don’t even need to listen to whatever’s on this album — I can’t see how it could possibly be better than its cover (although the title track does sound promising in a “Can I Borrow a Feeling?” sort of way).
Who is this man, and how did he get so sensitive?
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