Not only did I learn the useless but charming term “she-jay” (= female DJ), yesterday I discovered the Strange Boys and my new favorite song title: “For Lack of a Better Face.” Take that, horseshoe and nail.
[See also PJ Harvey’s A Woman A Man Walked By, which is pretty much a novel right there (Stendhal?).]
I think it’s the distillation I admire so much, the reduction, in the best sense, to a pure shot: of idea, emotion, image. Like haiku. Not that “shorter” is ipso facto better. But when it works, wow.