The Beatles hold nothing on Natalie Mering’s “Everyday.” I’ve never felt so jaunty, never felt like I should be skipping down a Center City Philadelphia street with flowers peeking out of the bag on my shoulder like this before. “True Love is Making a Comeback!” she tells me, I feel like I am on the phone with a friend, feel like I’m making my way to brunch with you and Natalie is relaying a story of last night’s disappointing film bro party to me. “The other night I was at a party, someone sincerely looked at me and said “Is this the end of all monogamy?” And I said “Not today!” It almost feels as if there should be bubbles of turquoise and yellow and fuschia bubbling up from the ground and rising into the air around me. Everything is terrible and everything is wonderful, isn’t this a dream? When the piano first leads into “Everyday,” I feel myself smile, I love when I smile and know that it’s reflected on your face. “I need a love every day,” she pouts over the phone. I have a love every day. Life is a children’s novel, life is a wonderland, life is what I want. Isn’t this terrible and wonderful, isn’t this a dream?

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