The Anatomy of Grey's Fur Postal Coat

I didn't want to like The Postal Service. But to understand why this is weird you have to know that I don't like Death Cab for Cutie.
I find Death Cab for Cutie neither cute nor deadly. They don't rock in the same way that my dead grandmother from Poland didn't rock 20 years ago. I have no idea what all this subnambulist music is all about, but Crystal, the backup singer in Throttle Back Sparky says that college boys like to listen to it because they think that girls will find them sensitive and weepy and that will get them laid.
I have my doubts about that but I am not in college and when I was I didn't get laid. Then again, Laurie Anderson, X and the Dead Kennedys weren't exactly juice flowing bands.
But, seriously, I can't stand this crap. Between Death Cab & The Decemberists its a wonder every white boy between the age of 14 and 17 hasn't hung himself in his closet in a misunderstood bout of autoerotic asphyxiation. (Note to self, buy stock in rope). I guess they temper it with occasional doses of The Polyphonic Spree.
But, then, by happenstance, I chanced upon a version of Phil Collins' "Against All Odds" by The Postal Service. And I changed my mind. A bit.
The Postal Service is a handful of musicians (and I use the term loosely) who would send ideas to each other through the mail, hence the name. Imaginative, eh? Ben Gibbard of Death Cab and Jenny Lewis of Rilo Kiley (more on her in a sec) are two of the Postal "carriers".
The thing is, this quasi-electronic version of a made-for-movie-hire song by a pop songsmith (barely) from the 80's is quite catchy. It's almost fragile. And the fragility of it reveals the true nature of the song, which is, quite haunting and sad.
So, I had to go get some more Postal Service.
If you are an avid watcher of "Grey's Anatomy" (and if you are male, I would doubt it, but if you are female, most definitely) then you have probably heard PS's song, "Such Great Heights". An indefineably catchy song, sparsely drawn in it's electronica idiom, it's the kind of catchy tune that Gibbard doesn't seem to think is worthy of his main project.
That's the thing that gets me. These could be Death Cab songs, if not for their accessibility. And that MUST come from the other players.
And that brings me to Jenny Lewis.
It is absolutely not my place to go into Lewis's biography. You want to know who she is? Go to imDb and look her up. Actress. Movies. TV. Blahdiblahda.
But, then she reinvented herself as an Indie siren in the country band, Rilo Kiley.
You never heard of Rilo Kiley? Then you don't watch Grey's Anatomy. Because "Portions for Foxes" was included in the soundtrack and is one of those songs from the sky (as David Holcomb likes to say).
Although, I think the sky wasn't that high, cause it not brilliant. It's just great, catchy, listenable and quirky.
But it has some of those lyrics that seem to have fallen out of the tree and landed in just the right songwriter's lap.
"Talking leads to touchin', touchin' leads to sex and then there's no mystery left".
And Lewis's voice is that female voice that, just when you think it needs to be reckoned with, that it's gonna force you to take heed, it gets prettified by her natural vibrato.
I think I might be falling in love with Jenny Lewis.
No. That's not fair.
If I was 22, living in a basement apartment I would fall into the delusion that if Jenny Lewis just met me, we would hit it off and we would be cool together (or at least she would make me somehow cool).
But, in truth, I would just play Rilo Kiley or the new solo album, Rabbit Fur Coat, when I was on a date, and, rather than let my quest get overcome with waves of "He's so sensitive, ergo, he's so dreamy" (cause in my fantasies, girls I want use the word, 'ergo'), I would go on and on about how she was an actress and became an Indie siren and blahdiblahda.......

How I ever convinced a woman to marry me is a mystery.