Earlier today John Nova Lomax posted Craig Malisow’s Most Played songs on iTunes, including jams by Chicago, Eddie Money and Billy Joel. Here’s Malisow’s response:

One of these days in the (hopefully) not-too-distant future, when irony is dead, and the sheep at Pitchfork have been rounded up and deported to the federal detention center in Williamsburg with the rest of the thrift-store set, The Great Pop Song will rise again. And Iโ€™m not talking about the Great Pop Song like effing Pet Sounds, which, frankly, if I read one more word about, Iโ€™ll make Virginia Tech look like a freaking sitcom. No, Iโ€™m talking about a Great Pop Song that doesnโ€™t need the gentle condescencion of indie douches who need to out-counter-intuit each other. Yes, I said out-counter-intuit, and I did so without irony.

I will make no apologies for any of those songs, even though I admit Iโ€™m surprised that those are my most listened to. โ€œFeelinโ€™ Stronger Every Dayโ€ is simply a beautiful, soulful, joyous song. Sure, I think a couple dudes in Chicago wound up killing themselves a few years after that song came out, but thatโ€™s because they were probably too busy playing the music instead of listening to it. There is no fucking with that vamp at the end. Itโ€™s big, beautiful brassy mayhem. Oh yes, there was magic in the studio that day, my friends. Itโ€™s a Great Pop Song, and it will continue to be a Great Pop Song long after the next 80 bands hailed as the new Television/VU/Joy Division/Strokes sink like stones. (Yeah, thatโ€™s right, the Strokes โ€“ critics said they belonged in such rarified air, remember? And whereโ€™s Julian Casablancas now? Oh wait, the Strokes are still around? Never mind.)

And โ€œGimmee Some Waterโ€? That thingโ€™s a pure shot of adrenaline. Iโ€™d much rather listen to it right now than try to defend it to a bunch of savages, anyway. So Iโ€™m just going to leave you with a wonderful effing Zen koan from my number three, a thick helping of superb pop craftsmanship and studio wizardry thatโ€™s like a silver bullet to all the lo-fi Jacks&Megs out there: โ€œNo, they never taught us what was real/iron and coke/chromium steel/and weโ€™re waiting here in Allentown.โ€ Fuck yeah. Thatโ€™s making me stronger every day. โ€“ Craig Malisow

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