This past weekend was pretty glorious around Rochester for this time of year; in this particular case, it means the sun was out and the temperature was in the low 40s. This is probably laughable/traumatic for those accustomed to warmer climes, but I love the first suggestion of the impending spring, and celebrated with some Pacifico, enchiladas and fried ice cream with my girlfriend at our favorite Mexican place around these parts. This has little-to-nothing to do with this afternoon’s song, other than both were on my mind.
I haven’t heard much of Young Coyotes other than in the two songs I picked up somewhere in the blogosphere a couple of years back. Despite my lack of familiarity with their body of work, there is this energy that surrounds this particular song – expressed through handclaps and a smart melody – that keeps me continually returning to it.