Anderson delights in specificity and detail avoiding the selective omissions and, if not nostalgia itself, at least its rose-colored hue. The characters in these songs are drinking “cheap gin and Hawaiian Punch” and hooking up with “that guy who only wears sandals.” They’re “barfing on the chaise lounge” and “teaching fitness martial arts.”
These and other stories pull back the drapes of an unvarnished past and invites you to cup your hands against the glass and look in. A look back at small-town adolescent weirdness, with all the awkward moments, nervous energy, and previously uncharted experiences left honest and unadorned. “In the arrangements, performances, and songs themselves everything is a little sideways and off-kilter,” says Anderson, “but isn’t that how life really is?"