There is a Justin Bieber song I often hear my daughter playing featuring the lyric, “I want you to know that if I can’t be close to you, I’ll settle for the ghost of you, I miss you more than life”. The physics of it bothers me. In order to miss anything more than life you would have to no longer be alive and if you were no longer alive, you are not in a position to miss anything, you just no longer exist. That’s all I hear in that lyric, and a drum loop playing intensely against the gentle feelings of the super unfulfilling allegory trying to say what Previously Buddy Holly wrapped up in five words, well I love you gal plus the bell on the ride cymbal keeps a cool outsider-art 32cnd note while the stuttering singer emits pretty pretty pretty Peggy Sue. Somewhere Paul McCartney receives another deposit he has no use for.