Ellen Willis

In Defense of Love and Criticism


I have been playing “‘Cause I’m a Man” endlessly for days now. I love it’s sugary, smooth, and infectious melody. I love the soft groove of the bass and all the intricate percussive effects. I love that I catch myself with the chorus in my head and the satisfaction I get from the sudden impulse to sing it—when I’m in line at the grocery, when I’m driving downtown. I love how I didn’t have to think about loving it—I just did.

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