2017. This song contains a metaphor that some have described as being "on-the-nose." It also has my favorite instrumental part of any song on the album.
The memory of your love is like the ice cream in the back of my freezer.
The label says it's made with sour cherries, all the way from Italy,
and it's sweet, and it's cold,
and it's just sitting there and getting old,
and I think a long time ago, I bought it,
or you gave it to me.
I think about you every now and then, and sometimes I miss you,
and sometimes I could burn us both alive for the things you did to me.
Yeah, we clawed each other's eyes out
and we tore down our own home,
and you left this ice cream in my fridge, and I left you alone,
and now all anyone tells me is exactly how much worse it could be.
And I don't know exactly where you went, but I hope you stay there.
And when I leave, I'm not taking the contents of my freezer with me.
Yeah, you hung around for less time than I thought you would,
and this black cherry ice cream tastes so goddamned good,
but it's going bad, it's going bad,
and now I've gotta find out just how bad it could be.
from Little Bird,
released November 16, 2018
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar: Scott Reu
Piano, Moog, & Upright Bass: James Riotto
Drums: Jason Slota
JV's 2019 release is experimental but eminently listenable, a trick that few artists can pull off. It's incredibly bold, but also deeply beautiful. I wish I could write something this arresting. Scott Reu