The Walkmen - Stranded

I've been confused lately. I don't know what to think any more about music. I can't decide what's actually good, what's genius, what's annoying. I'm questioning, critisizing, and over analyzing every song I hear. The songs and albums I have grown to love over the past months still sound fine. It's all the new singles. All the chillwave, all the drone noise lofi psychedelic pop that I can't wrap my head around to the point that I just wanna retire. I wanted to check into the retirement home of Top 40 radio where everthing is safe and scheduled. My music meals, hand picked by someone I'll never see, will be bland and boring, but they will provide me with just enough nutrients to get by. Then, like a freedom-loving, inheritance-grubbing nephew the new Walkmen song talked some sense back in me. I needed those horns to wrap their friendly arms around me, take me down to the nearest pub, buy me a drink, "put another dime in the jukebox" and sing and sway along with me and Hamilton Leithauser. My head is clear now and I feel right as rain. I needed those horns, swollen with loneliness. I needed to hear a singer belt out a simple bar ballad about being "stranded and starry-eyed" to keep my feet grounded and eyes to the sky. I've felt stranded, too, over the last week, and now I'm filled with starry-eyed hope again. Thank you Walkmen for your Tom Wait-sy lounge. Thank you for making me feel real again.