Chloe, our pop critic, snorted. “Oh, please. That song is seven minutes of a genius having a panic attack. The ‘best’ song of 1997 should make you feel something other than existential dread. It’s ‘Building a Mystery’ by Sarah McLachlan. That bassline alone—”
“It’s ‘Paranoid Android,’” said Mark, the senior editor, without looking up from his notes. “Full stop. Radiohead just redrew the map.” best song of 1997
The assignment: pick the single best song of the year. Chloe, our pop critic, snorted
It was the best song of 1997. Not because it was perfect. But because it knew you weren’t, either. The ‘best’ song of 1997 should make you
I told them why.
Mark pointed at me. “You. Tiebreaker.”
I pulled a crumpled Post-it from my jeans. On it, I’d written one title. I slid it face-up onto the table.