LOCAL SPOTLIGHT: STEVEN FOGAMOMI

Steven Fogamomi has a single out today entitled “Forget.” And let me tell you, I wish I could forget this song. Jk, if I hated the song, you wouldn’t be getting a review.

The first thing that immediately sticks out when listening to the song is that it begins with a dial tone and answering machine. What phone has a dial tone anymore? What old school answering machines are still in use? Really showing your age, man.

Actually, I miss answering machines. There’s something romantic about them. Or in their absence we’ve romanticized them. Leaving a message knowing that when they get home they’ll hear it or maybe they don’t have the emotional stamina to talk to you now but they’re sitting right next to the phone listening to you pour your soul out to them over a slightly more mechanical version of your voice. Pretty much, I am thinking of 90s sitcoms, When Harry Met Sally, or the Blake Shelton song, “Austin” (don’t hate, it’s a good song).

This song reminds me of a time before the world was corrupted by the internet. You know, when people seemed genuine but simultaneously the heartbreak seemed hopeful or semi-happy. Like “Hey There Delilah.” Like, this song belongs on some moody teenager’s MySpace page which has the girl he has a crush on in his top eight and she’s number one even though she only sees him as a friend.

The last thing I have to say is good for you, Steven, for making the world a better place. Way to shove it in my face. I’m an attorney and do soulless work all day.

Conclusion: Move over, Hot Girl Summer. Hell, move over, Christian Girl Autumn. It’s Sad Boy Fall season.