I think I first heard this song last spring, and it's haunted my consciousness and my playlists since. It was written by a recent Yale graduate in his mid-twenties while alone in Alaska and obviously nursing a wounded heart and ego. But it's gloriously sung by two women (on the studio recording it's Holly & Jess of Lucius!) and a band of twenty or so musicians, though they only need seven - by my count - to perform it on the streets of Paris:

AuthorJohn Proctor