Built to Spill: There’s Nothing Wrong With Love

Few albums have directly impacted my music preference like Built to Spill’s There’s Nothing Wrong With Love. With the explosion and near peak of Napster at the turn of the century I joined the army reserve just after getting my feet wet. Until recently I kept all of the letters I received during those ten months away from home. During the last few weeks of basic training, I received a letter from a friend of mine who had found this amazing new band along with the lyrics to a song that reminded him of me. A song he said that I would love.

You get the car I’ll get the night off
You’ll get the chance to take the world apart
and figure out how it works.
Don’t let me know what you find out.
I need a car you need a guide who needs a map?
If I don’t die or worse I’m gonna need a nap.
At best I’ll be asleep when you get back.

I wanna see it when you find out what comets, stars, and moons are all about.
I wanna see there faces turn to backs of heads and slowly get smaller.
I wanna see it now. I wanna see it now.

I want specifics on the general idea.
I want to think what I should know.
What should I do here, why’d you show?

I wanna see movies of my dreams.
I wanna see movies of my dreams.
I wanna see movies of my dreams.
I wanna see movies of my dreams.

For a while there Twin Falls was my favorite song off the album. With lyrics like “beneath a parachute I saw her without shoes.” I fell in love with Doug Martsch’s writing style, later hearing that he never wrote his lyrics and took submissions from his friends and people he knew. “Twin Falls isn’t even one of the good songs!” My best friend’s girl friend protested one night as we drove the streets of Windsor Ontario. “And their other albums are all way better!” I didn’t care, I still loved the album’s nostalgic child hood references. “That Brontosaurus must have stood a thousand miles high.”

For years, Built to Spill had been the foundation of electric guitar inspiration leading to most of the songs on my first album. Long after we left Michigan Built to Spill poured from my car speakers stemming from one album or the other, escorting us in Virginia and across Southern California. Prior to pour departure my friends, one in particular used to criticizing me for my taste in this new indie music as they would so sarcastically say. “What’s with you and these 7 inches and vinyl?” He asked one night amidst a night of drinking Whisky Sours and inappropriate sexual innuendos. Perhaps I just grew up too fast for that group. “What are the guys in Built to Spill going to do once they’re old and no one wants to hear their music any more?” I was asked once as if I was trying to be talked out of it. “Dude, there like in their forties.” I replied. I really have no idea how old Doug Martsch is, but needless to say I’ve met with or talked to those guys less than a handful of times over the years. Since then my kids have come to love Built to Spill as much as I do, singing along with it every time.

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