A big chord. A thick layer of distortion. A clean voice. “I hardly feel anything at all”. Bridgers talks about going to a hypnotherapist that she didn’t pay for, which is probably one of the more subtle “very L.A.” lines to almost slide by unnoticed.
One Bandcamp comment really says it all: “these songs pull emotions out of me like long noodles in a hot soup which then I can more or less tenderly soak back up.”
Bridgers sounds stuck between a relationship she wants to be unstuck from and still feeling the love or affection that may still be there in her memory at least. It’s the feeling after eating fast enough that you’re not full yet, and then you’re too full all at once. Or the feeling of remembering the potential mistakes you made while you were drunk but still not banning yourself from drinking altogether.
Maybe that’s not quite it. Maybe it’s all of the emotions at once, motioning all at once. It’s too much to think about or trust for yourself.