This weekend has offered up one of those weird coincidences that come with true randomness.
Here we have a Beck song followed by a Ron Sexsmith song. The last time I’ve blogged about either of those artists was in November of 2017, when I posted a Beck song followed by a Sexsmith song. I won’t bother calculating the odds but they have to be pretty damn high.
I made the point back then that Beck has never released two albums that sound alike, while Sexsmith has never posted two that sound different. Pretty clever observation, if I do say so myself, so I’m repeating it here.
I’ll also repeat my follow-up comment that I don’t mean that as a criticism of Sexsmith, who has churned out dependably wonderful pop songs for two and a half decades.
The sunlight shone extraordinarily
I paid my dues and I’ve said my piece
I’ve had my fill of boysenberries
The world was out there waiting just for me
In West Gwillimbury (Gwillimbury)
All the grass grew up to my eyelids there
The clouds all bathed in blue amazing
I tripped on over the thorns and stared
At cows of distant farms a-grazing
Them cows were out there milking it for free
In West Gwillimbury
Out in the country
Get back down to earth
Sipping a coffee sitting down, a first
I swear I’ll never ruin another shirt
The ghost of childhood waiting up for me
In West Gwillimbury
When my life’s becoming all work, no play
When nature’s son has lost its Mother
I’ll slip the noose of this old rat race
To sing my song on a porch swing, brother
The world is out there waiting just for me
In West Gwillimbury (Gwillimbury)
All the fields are out there swaying merrily
In West Gwillimbury (Gwillimbury)
Gwillimbury
Meet Me In Montauk 
I’m not sure what my comments were last November, but consider them repeated here and incorporated by this reference. 😊