Somewhere at the end of the first 100 pages of "Trouble Boys: The True Story Of The Replacements," Paul Westerberg gives manager Peter Jesperson some lyrics and says, "This is the best line I have ever written."
"I can live without your touch, if I can die within your reach."
It's pretty damn good, I think. It's from the song "Within Your Reach," from the 'Mats third record, "Hootenanny." As I am wont to do, I soundtrack the music book I am reading, and most of the time, get a better understanding of both the words on the pages in the story and the songs being written about.
I have always been a fan of The Replacements, despite not being a fan of the "let's just get drunk and fuck things up because we can" attitude. I saw the band 5 times in their heyday. Three of those five times they were horrible. Truly off putting. But what you don't get from those ramshackle performances is a true sense of just how good Westerberg is as a songwriter and just how good Bob Stinson was as a guitar player. (He idolized Steve Howe, for Pete's sake.) There will be no extended "Roundabout" solo on "Fuck School," but what Stinson does manage to pull off during some breakneck tempos, is nothing to shake a stick at.
But I digress.
This is less about these 'Mats and more about the song, "Within Your Reach." That baby is really an anomaly.
Is their someone, you either love or hate, with one song that makes you say, "Where the hell did that come from?," in either a good way or bad?