Ben Folds Five (1995)
If you ever thought pop music couldn’t have the same beautiful piano flourishes of a Mozart concerto, then you were wrong. The movement of this song reminds me of a flock of birds suddenly taking off. They speed through the air, appearing to glance off the high walls of the high rise in their backyard.
The song paints the portrait of a narrator who builds a high-rise despite the derision of those around him. He holds tight to his, wait for it…, philosophy and that’s where he feels grounded. This is an example of a Ben Folds short story. Two characters at odds, with a glint of comedy.