This song’s season has passed. It SHOULD be listened to on misty, warmish day in early spring, when crocuses are just peeking through the snow. And you should be mildly in love to listen to it, feeling a little wistful and kicking lumps of slush out of your way as you wander down the sidewalk. That’s how it SHOULD be listened to.
But I listened to it at work, hunched over my computer, basking in the ambient aroma of lunchtime Lean Cuisines. And I still really liked it.
Jane M. is only fourteen, according to her Bandcamp page, and doesn’t have a website or any social media listed. I’m guessing she did art (fronting this post) for the song herself. Talented kid.