The scourge of politics has permeated every facet of our lives. Wherever you go, no one can stop talking about what those fat cats in Washington are up to. Obligatory dinner with your grandparents? Politics! Drunk ride home with the Uber driver? Politics! Just trying to order some damn ice cream at Coldstone Creamery? POLITICS!!!
Yet on the soaring final track of Alex Cameron’s Forced Witness, Alex preaches that the grime of politics has failed to tarnish the most essential of human experiences: Food. Wait, shit … love. It’s love. “Love taught me how to walk / It taught me how to talk / But it never taught me how to vote,” Alex sings. No, love is not well-versed in the art of democracy. It’s an instinct that can’t be brought down by ideology or rational decision-making. Just run with that biological desire and stop thinking about those filibustering fools!
Does anyone believe in this world, though? We clearly tend to date and socialize within ideological bubbles. And this track could fit snuggly in a John Hughes film, maybe in a montage where the stern Reagan voter/Wall Street executive elopes with a San Francisco hippy. Yet it’s an truly stunning anthem that Springsteen could trot out as an encore and no one would bat an eyelash. The whole thing’s a little tongue-and-cheek for Alex, especially wrapping up an album that hilariously embraces the sleazeballs of the internet age — but I dunno. It still makes me feel hopeful, man. And it might be the best love song of the year.