(Sevens, a new feature on Aquarium Drunkard, pays tribute to the art of the individual song.)
At a brisk one minute and forty-three seconds Ryan Adams’ “Operator, Operator” is practically over before it really begins, ultimately leaving the listener wanting more. And really, isn’t that what we all want in a good pop song; something that hits the sweet spot and immediately begs you to hit the repeat button. I don’t think I’m alone when I say that sometimes in music there is such a thing as positive unsatisfaction; the short burst of perfect sound that must be heard over and over again (see: Minutemen, Guided by Voices, et al). While by no means a definitive song in Adams now massive discography (the track was a b-side to 2005’s Cold Roses LP), “Operator, Operator” is a perfect example of the artist’s seemingly boundless creative energy — and while not all of it pays off, a lot of it does. If I was a betting man I would wager this was a throwaway — something Adams and band casually banged out at the end of a session. Dig.