First, understand that the year was 1999. It would be five years before gay marriage was legal in any US state. A gay college student named Matthew Shepard had recently been beaten, tied to a Wyoming fence, and left to die.
I graduated from college in New York, came back home to Seattle, began letting people know I was gay, and listened to a lot of music by the Magnetic Fields.
That year the band released 69 Love Songs, a masterpiece whose preoccupation is evident from the title. The Magnetic Fields’ gay lead singer and songwriter, Stephin Merritt, had a deep, fetchingly weary voice, and lyrics at once intellectual and hot. In short, my kind of jam.
