Train doesn’t get nearly the credit they deserve. Yeah, I said it. They are often unfairly heaped in with other “adult alternative” fare or trivialized due to … what, I’m not sure. The omnipresence of their music in Dawson’s Creek episodes (and, later, in AT&T commercials)? The occasionally twee lyrics (“My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest” comes to mind)?
The simple reality is — in my opinion — the music is good (“Hey Soul Sister” features a ukulele, for God’s sake!), the vocals are near-flawless, and they are a bunch of guys that really enjoys performing night after night. I’ve seen them a handful of times, including one small corporate gig and one huge amphitheater-based show, and they never look like they aren’t ecstatic to be there. Other aging bands of the late ’90s era could take a note or two.
“Meet Virginia” was the first introduction many of us had to the clever but occasionally contrary lyrics of Pat Monahan. If the titular heroine “doesn’t own a dress,” how likely is it that she insists on keeping her high heels on when she exercises? Is she just wearing jeans and high heels all the time? Seems like she would either be totally casual or fancy-like. Plus, the gal in the video — Rebecca Gayheart, Noxzema girl!! (I won’t mention that threesome video. Or the vehicular manslaughter.) — clearly has on a dress-shaped uniform.
Best part? This time around, my personal “best part” is lyrical rather than musical in nature. It happens right at 3:09: “Meet Virginia. I-I-I can’t wait to meet Virginia.” Twist in the end! Up to this point in the song, one assumes Pat is singing about his actual significant other, when really he’s just imagining his idea of perfection. Which is quirkily far from perfect. She “[doesn’t] really wanna live this life,” but he wants to be beside her to make that life worth living.
Happy new year, all. I hope those of you looking for your Virginia are successful in your search.