Each Friday I pick a song–new, old, borrowed, blue–that’s been on my mind and in my ears, and write a short post about it.

This is “All Our Friends Were Stars” by Dave Graney and the Lurid Yellow Mist:

A while back now my buddy Colin gave me a couple of albums by Australian Dave Graney.  Since then I’ve developed an entirely untrue theory, which might better be called a ludicrous fantasy, that Dave Graney has only ever heard three songs, and that those songs are:

“Nightclub Jitters” by The Replacements

“Nightclubbing” by Iggy Pop

“Walking Spanish” by Tom Waits.

Imagine if those three songs were the center and circumference of your musical knowledge, and wanted to write your own songs and perform them. If you were really good, you’d write something like “All Our Friends Were Stars.”

Of course, this is all a bunch of nonsense. So what?