This arrangement and performance in this live version is far superior to the album version, which is stuffed to the brim with overly-cutesy studio-wizardry flourishes, the same kind of insisted-on-by-the-producer moves that sunk similarly off-kilter songwriters like Regina Spektor and caused AV Club’s Nathan Rabin to coin the term “secretary rock”.
When stripped down to just the basics -the straight-forward melodicism, the hooky back-up vocals and implied motown groove, we can clearly see why this song has spawned thousands of cover versions. This kind of clear-eyed romanticism seems out of place in this decade, but maybe that’s what classics are supposed to be like.
Shoutout to the Deezer soundguy for the crisp mic’ing
RIYL: Regina Spektor, Norah Jones, Coffee-at-3-pm