Swearing At Motorists

This innocuous looking cd holds my Favorite Song Ever. The song is called "flying pizza" and as if that title weren't enough this little 1:45 gem is a rock gem distilled down to it's quintessential essence. 
I have sung this song as a lullaby for years to my two youngest sons. It's not that it's lyrically a good lullaby (it's a song about a guy running into his ex and being forced into unwanted small talk) bit there is a second "unplugged " version on the disc that I sing to them (though I vastly prefer the album opener version with drums). It took me some contemplation last night, I was trying to soothe the youngest to sleep in our hot downtown home on a yet bright Buffalo summer evening and I sang this song to him four times in a row. Before the fourth round I considered singing something else (usually Pedro The Lion) but just let this song go again. It was then that I started to realize that this song was "the one".  I fantasize that my son's will some day discover this album and in shock phone each other up and exclaim "I found dad's song!"
The rest of this #swearingatmotorists album is great too, naked songs about loneliness, trying to decide what movie to see with your significant other and regret.
I discovered the band in 1999. I was in a couple indie rock bands in Buffalo and was going to change the world with my melancholy inclinations in standard tuning. It kept me busy. On a night I didn't have one of my band practices I made a trip to our favorite dive The Mohawk Place. In '99 the bar was the heart of musicians in town, if your band didn't hang out at the Mohawk Place you probably sucked (to be fair some of us who hung out there were in shitty bands but we had impeccable taste). I walked in, was greeted by the owner Pete at the door, insisted on paying the cover ( a cat and mouse game of stubborn generosity we played for years) I didn't know the band, there was a sparse attendance that night but after the band's set I think everyone there bought merch. I bought this copy that night. I didn't realize then that I bought my favorite song, I don't think I realized it was my favorite song til I started singing it to my newborn son 13 years later.