No, not Patsy herself. The Guthries' song "Patsy Cline." It makes for a dandy little earworm, I must say. The guy in the song is all heartbroke and mopey and saying "Patsy Cline is the only one who could understand how I'm feeling tonight..."

Accompanied by ridiculously cheerful banjos. Hee.

Unlike the guy in "Better Part Of An Hour," you get the distinct impression the banjo-playing kid is going to get over it, although one of his friends may give him a really hard shaking in the near future. Or, you know, he'll just fall madly in love with somebody else. If he runs into any cute and sympathetic female bartenders in the next few days, I'd say the chances are good he'll make an excellent recovery.

Last week on American Idol I was both amused and horrified when Barry Manilow proclaimed his own ignorance of the song "Walking After Midnight" by Patsy. "I'm from Brooklyn," quoth Barry. Yeah. And Matt Mays is from Dartmouth. And they say kids today know nothing about music.

After hearing this tune I suddenly understand the bewildered articles I read online, from the early days of El Torpedo, when the journalists essentially wailed, "Who is this noisy young man and what has he done with Matt Mays???" Okay, lyrically, it's definitely the same guy only a little older. But I can see where the distorted guitars and heavy decibel load might have been a shock to the system after... banjos.

Okay, and trust me when I tell you, I am so looking forward to those same distorted guitars in about four hours' time!