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"Bridges and infrastructure" is a great joke going into the bridge

can't tell you how many times i've deployed the radical dynamic shift thanks to this ♡

Oh. THAT Gerald.

I've listened to this song countless times and up till today I always considered the reading of "Oh that Gerald" to be Grant's exasperation at Gerald always employing (and therefore overusing and rendering cliche) the Radical Dynamic Shift. But upon this listen I thought more about the the 7 Geralds line and for the first time it occurred to me that Grant is only now identifying which Gerald. I still think I might be right, that it's "oh that GERALD" not "oh THAT Gerald" because Grant is a burnout, probably a liar and certainly an exaggerator, so when he says "We've got about 7 Geralds here" he's really just talking trash

It's ridiculous how good this is!

Robbie sounds like chris in some of the parts, almost makes me think it’s actually him, he’s good.

Where can i get?!?

Awesome. McMurtry has so many hidden gems. And as it happens I heard this for the first time last week on Kansas public radio, it came out of the static while i was driving down a remote gravel road and it blew me away. Fantastic songwriting.

Grant’s sighs still kill me in 2024. Been a musician for almost 50 years and this song makes me and non musicians laugh.

Asymmetrical backhand?!?!

Love James McMurtry. Raised on Long Island and have been stuck on that miserable cross Island parkway many times. So cool to hear him sing about it

Spectacular painting with words ❤

Not being a songwriter, I'm not sure what they mean by the first verse being "broken down". Can someone explain what that means?

… ah… THAT Gerald… 😂

I think there’s a 16 gauge slug rolling around in the floor of my car right now from last year’s deer season. This song makes me wonder where me and that shell’ll be ten years from now.

First time I heard this song my mind was BLOWN, it was like watching 2001 in the theater in 1968, or hearing Sgt Pepper in stereo for the very first time --- also in 1968

Grant: "...That 9th, is that telegraphed or is that just gratuitous coloration..." Robbie; "A bit of both, actually" Grant, between dismissive and impressed: "Oh-hh!"

On top of all Robby Fulks' other dimensions of highly discerning and brilliant smartassery, he totally cops Chris Collingwood's sound and vocal nuances here. Damn but those guys (Adam and Robby) are/were smart and good at their craft. I stand in awe.

Here’s where the songwriting genius of Robbie Fulks and the late Adam Schlesinger fully intersects - in the tiny throwaway detail of committing to just one more rhyme where it’s not required or expected, but somehow powers the lyric perfectly. I’m speaking, of course, of the word “down.” “Now I’ve racked my brain And I’ve looked all around But I can’t find a way To freshen my sound Who do you call When you’re *down* To one musical dime?” That shit is sublime right there.

Saw this mentioned on the band's Wikipedia page today and I figured I HAD to listen to it. Nice to know Chris found it funny. Still sucks that Adam had to die, though. F**k COVID!

Is this song available on steaming?

"Oh, that Gerald..."

This song still makes me laugh. "Sir, we've got about 7 Geralds here, you're talkin' to me now." Now with Adam gone it's bittersweet.

Un-ironically fucking love that guitar solo

Really sorry to hear about the spectacularly gifted Adam Schlesinger dying of covid more than 5 months ago. I didn't know. An immeasurable loss.

I love this song so much, I put a bunch of effort years ago into a canonical transcription of the lyrics. Feel free to help crowdsource it. lyrics.fandom.com/wiki/Robbie_Fulks:Fountains_Of_Wayne_Hotline

Radical Dynamic Shift...adding that to my list of potential band names...73 other bands already called Flattening The Curve.

What’s hilarious is that Weezer actually did try and come up with a mathematical formula for power pop but it failed

Marvelous...Classic

Man...sad sad sad. God bless you Adam Schlesinger

Just friggin' fantastic. And so RIGHT.

Slightly distorted melodic solo... check! Damn, I'm happy and sad at the same time. Fountains of Wayne hotine.

I met Robbie once and asked him about this song as I too thought he was taking the piss out of the band. He disagreed vehemently and told me that the song came from he and his band listening to FOW on the tour bus, marveling at the effortless hooks, riffs and progressions. They imagined that with talent so rich, of course they would open a resource line for struggling composers to help hone their craft. He actually got a bit pissed at me for assuming otherwise and I suppose being more than a few beers in didn't help me sound coherent. Anyway, it's definitely a tribute, not a dis, as told to me from the man himself. RIP Adam. You will be missed. So sad.

lots of people calling this today

I always assumed Adam and Chris dug this song, hope so! RIP Adam

Funny. Sad. Funny. Sad.

I'm sad today and this helped.

Brilliantly funny.

RIP Adam Schlesinger.

News of Adam Schlesinger’s hospitalization for COVID-19 led me to revisit this track. I love how Robbie Fulks breaks it down - to me it has always seemed like a tribute, not a put down. I hope Adam recovers. Stay healthy, everyone!

New Mexico’s lost in the back streets of Austin Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself Tennessee’s tight and he will not stop talking Somebody shush him ‘fore I have to myself I wrote that verse for the kids but I never did sing it I filed it away and forgot it in time My old guitar sits in the back bedroom closet Next to the closet the shotgun I got when I was nine If I had any sense I’d be way ‘cross the Whitestone I might as well sit here a while ‘fore I start Cause when the 5:30 rush hits the cross-island parkway It’s not for the squeamish of the gentle of heart I’d be stuck on the bridge in the right land at sunset Watching the boats with their snowy white sails Watching the sun sinking over the projects Laundry hung out of the balcony rails And where are you now my long secret love Where have you gone in your glamorous life Where are you now as the moon comes a-rising Are you somebody’s love, are you somebody’s wife And these are the best days These are the best days Y’all put your money away I’ve got the round Here’s to all you strangers The Mets and the Rangers Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound I don’t know what goes on in those crumbling brick buildings They’re on the same planet in a whole ‘nother world I got a bay boat and a 401k Two cars in the driveway, two boys and a girl It doesn’t seem long since we came up from Tulsa Been here six years and I reckon we’ll stay The company’s not bad as the companies go They still got the health plan and they’re raising my pay And the kids all play soccer like nobody’s business My grandma says we’re just letting ‘em fall through They don’t go to church and we’re not gonna make ‘em They all drop their R’s like the Islanders do And these are the best days These are the best days Y’all put your money away I’ve got the round Here’s to all you strangers The Mets and the Rangers Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound I remember her singing from that dusty old hymnal Smelled like tobacco from granddaddy’s pipe That old rugged cross ’til she took down the shingles You’ve never heard such a noise in your life I had a tire run low so I dug through the glovebox I needed the manual to locate the jack Found a couple old picks and a 20 gauge shuttle Left from a dove hunt a couple years back And these are the best days These are the best days Y’all put your money away I’ve got the round Here’s to all you strangers The Mets and the Rangers Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound New Mexico’s lost in the back streets of Austin Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself Submit Corrections

This is possibly the most relevant song I have ever heard.

The 4 people who downvoted this song are clinically retarded.

Bruce Springsteen has nothing on this guy.

Is anybody awake and alive out there?

Always cracks me up.

This is to power pop what "Adaptation" is to thriller cinema.

Somewhere, Weird Al is smiling.

A fantastic song from a true genius.

I love the mood of this song. It's about happiness, but not about overly jubilant, euphoric happiness, like you see in the movies. This is the happiness that comes with kicking back after a long day and reflecting on your life, knowing it's not perfect, but it's better than it was. There's a part of you that misses your old life, but you know you made the right decision, and you're subtly optimistic about the future. The bagpipes actually fit perfectly for this reason- I couldn't figure out why for the longest time, but then I understood that this is a song about immigration. Maybe not from one country to another, but certainly from one life to another, one culture to another. Like the old immigrants who came to NY in the past, life isn't perfect in the city, but it's better than it was, and that's a cause for celebration, even though a part of you wonders what it would have been like if you said. This song combines a warm reminiscence on the past with a soothing contentment with the present and a cautious belief that the future is going to be good. It's a true masterpiece.