I thought maybe I wrote about it here once before, but maybe not. I know I wrote a blurb for the press kit, because I, like pretty much every songwriter I know, am pretty damn impressed by Mark Szabo. But I have to say, people, for real: I have been listening to this album off and on since a few months before it came out, and I listened again today, and I'm now pretty certain that it is a perfect album. You don't hear a lot of perfect albums, and they don't always come with a big sign on them saying "oh hi I am pretty much perfect." Perfect is a funny word, and I'd usually expect somebody using it about a record to reserve it for something big and grandiose and statement-making like OK Computer or Hounds of Love. That is not what The Szabo Songbook is really about. The Szabo Songbook is just eleven beautifully realized songs. There is not a dud in the bunch.

I have nothing else, really, to say about it, other than that, while listening to it today, for what must be the twentieth time in the past few months, I realized that I don't think it has any flaws. You don't get to say that very often, so I thought I'd let you know.