Music I Didn't Grow Out Of

This afternoon I thought of the perfect analogy for the whistle solo in "Pink Elephants" by Oakland/Pensacola's successfully self-destructive ex-band Sexy, off their glorious LP Por Vida (see also: this post about that band from about this time last year). That moment in the song is like hearing wind chimes in the middle of a pounding thunderstorm. Amidst the amazing cacophony of the band thrashing away at its instruments, rendered even noisier through grainy, bottom-dollar production, the whistling cuts cleanly and faintly through like an instrument that only knows how to be pretty when called upon for sound, no matter by whom.