nothing fuels a good flirtation like need and anger and desperation

When I was in ninth grade, I traded my "cool new friend" Jason Yamas a copy of Ben Kweller's recently released Sha Sha for a copy of Aimee Mann's recently released Lost In Space.  I turned him on to BK in a big way and he gave a fifteen year-old the perfect gift of a fearless and brutal female singer-songwriter.  The first time "Invisible Ink" came on I was totally frozen and anxiously waiting for the chorus, which finally and epically comes.  Thank you, Jason.

Enjoy.

Aimee Mann, Lost in Space, 2002.