Y’all goofs who think everything is on Spotify.

One of the best songs ever written on a great album is not there at all. When she was in her prime, Deb Talan was far and away the best living songwriter in the world, no contest.

“She had poems and a plan” and “Where there’s room to be easy” and “I need my place at your table” and “So familiar, this place; I cannot breathe” and “How strange to feel not a stranger” and just the whole damn thing is chock full of brilliant little nuggets like that. A lot of songs I think, I could’ve written that if I’d cared enough and devoted the time. Even songs I like! Many of Deb’s songs, though, I think, Jesus fuck, I never could’ve written that in a million years.

And ain’t even a bit of that on Spotify.