I was just downstairs in Starbucks, and they were playing a lovely remake of Tears for Fears’ Mad World. Apparently what I heard was a 2003 acoustic version by Michael Andrews, performed by Gary Jules. Very nice; I don’t remember having heard such a hauntingly proficient remake since Tori Amos did Smells Like Teen Spirit and Angie. Ah, those angsty freshman days.
(Yes, I know this entry is a bizarrely out-of-character post for me, the person who only listens to music from before the 19th Century and has a special abhorrence for the 80s, but this struck a chord somehow. Okay, okay, I stop now. Me freaking self out.)