It was just another day, my lady and I a little buzzed from an hour or so at the hookah joint. We decided to step into this little vintage thrift store to check out the retro duds. Just as I was starting to say "They want how much for that Cheap Trick 'One On One' '82 tour shirt?!", I heard the coolest song come on the little in-store CD player.
Of course, everything about this place was cooler-than-thou thrift store chic, right down to the two female employees in horn-rim glasses and retro dresses. This was L.A., after all. So it was with some hesitation that I asked what song was playing.
Barely even looking at me, the woman said in a deadpan voice that was the female equivalent of Napolean Dynamite's: "It's Pedro The Lion, from the album 'Control'. The song is called 'Rapture'."
Awesome.
I promptly left to buy a Pedro The Lion CD.
The song itself is an odd one. It rocks, true, but it also so eloquently captures the moment; a tryst in some thirty-dollar motel room, the euphoria, the guilt, the, ahem, angels singing.
See, the reason I'd never ventured to listen to a Pedro The Lion album until that fateful day in the thrift shop was because I knew PTL (hmm, are you thinking what I'm thinking?) was basically an indie-approved Christian band and, well, one Starflyer 59 was more than enough.
This song, though, is easily in my Top 10 of all-time favorite songs. It's just a great moment captured imperfectly perfect on tape.
RAPTURE
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