When I was a kid, I remember standing on a pebble beach on the south coast with my dad as the Isle of Wight hovercraft glided in to, uh, land. I got pebble-dashed. I loved hovercrafts - I was so excited when my parents sprung for the much-more-expensive-than-the-ferry hovercraft across the Channel to France. I wasn't much older when I discovered ekranoplans - screen-gliders (ground effect vehicles). Something better than hovercrafts, and proper mysterious behind the Iron Curtain.

I had just started in secondary school when our biology teacher told us about birds flying in ground effect. That wasn't in my bird-watching book! So I watched the coots and the gulls more closely...

Life was, life was hard at that time - but the coots ran across the water, screen-gliding: close but free. I came to hear music in that way: how close were my wingtips to the water?

What's not to like about this country and western lesbian anthem from Chappell Roan? Bold, on point and laugh out loud. It's nice and concise, so I just played it twice. It gets the job done.