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“At some point, Tracy sent me the demos for the next Static Saints album. I was knocked out, and soon became fixated on the song "Useful and Beautiful." It would likely be heard as an ode to sexual debasement, but I think it's also an invitation to root your life and your art in utility and beauty. I found myself returning endlessly to this question: How can we make Tracy's memoir more useful and more beautiful. I love that her song enacts what it extols. It reminds us that we can revel in sexual pleasure and perversity ("I've got uses, I've got bruises") while also opening up to become more expansive, more useful, and more beautiful ("Oh let me be a crashing wave. Oh let me be a secret cave.").”

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