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Here's Father John Misty, leaping like a lunatic on Letterman, clad in a coat that calls to mind Rodion Raskolnikov, Charlie Chaplin et al. The finesse with which Tillman indulged comedy, combined with the cinematic quality of his tunes, once helped to pull me out of a rut of sorts. I'd found myself in such obscurity as to miss the first two records completely. A woman also helped to pull me from the funk. On long Sunday afternoons we'd lay there, listening to Pure Comedy. I was blown away despite the filler. Birdie's a repulsive song. Tillman's a mastermind. What would Bowie have thought of him? Time to die, perhaps? What did David Berman think? Showpony, I bet. I've only seen Father John Misty perform once and the crowd energy was foul. Probably Tillman's Christian background and the magnitude of his success, as an atheist, draws the dirty right-wing mutts who begin to show up when the wheels are falling off of their carousel.

It was the title track; Pure Comedy, that Tillman was performing as an inspiration for this piece. There was a whole string section behind him. At the end of the track, Letterman strolled over and amidst the applause, literally turned around and muttered incomprehensibly like a dog, jabbering at the string section like ha! ha! stupid deals American television.

Tillman also looks reminiscent of McCartney in the "Fool on the Hill" music video; filmed in France or whatever, in that coat.

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