The Singles Jukebox

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Nina Lea Oishi: Andrew McMahon’s “Swim” (back when he was recording under the moniker Jack’s Mannequin) still has the ability to move me to tears. Because at his best, McMahon, with his rough-around-the-edges vocals, can express the deeply vulnerable and broken as well as the exultant. You can tell he’s trying to tap into that anthemic quality of songs past here. And like his new recording name, moments of “Cecilia and the Satellite” feels like McMahon’s trying too hard. Yet even when he’s trying too hard, McMahon is still more winningly earnest than other artists out there, making the song—-an ode to his daughter—-triumphant nevertheless.
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Brad Shoup: We’ve got huge savings on select offerings in the Thought Catalog if you act now!
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Thomas Inskeep: Shut up, you mewling, faux-poetic, post-Imagine Dragons sensitive guy. I want to punch you in the face. Twice.
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Katherine St Asaph: It turns out I’m far more tolerant of choral manshouts (credit Sam Ashwell) when they’re about someone’s daughter than when they’re about someone’s crush or spiritual epiphanies. I’m getting soft.
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Anthony Easton: I paused an Elaine Stritch performance for this. 
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Alfred Soto: Women need dickheads who aver that their love saved those dickheads from electro-Mumford and the purgatory of crashing their cars with their moms inside.
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