Marc Bolan, among his many talents, had a strange knack for conveying deep emotion whilst being childishly silly. There’s nothing in the words of this song to account for the sadness it makes me feel. It’s not just a sentimental reaction to the music of someone who died unfairly young. If it were, then everything he ever did would be cause for depression. Many of the best Bolan songs are nothing less than blissful, many others are sorrowful, and some may be a little of both. And most of the time, the words are completely irrelevant. Let’s be frank, on paper Bolan’s songbook is largely gibberish. The words come alive in the delivery. That’s what makes the T-Rex legacy so powerful. Anybody (almost) can write catchy songs with nonsensical lyrics and prance about in shiny pants, and call themselves a rock star. Marc Bolan remains so much more than a shiny rock star, or a relic of the glam era, because he could do all of the above things (exceedingly well) but like no one else he put his whole soul into it, and it’s impossible not to feel it. His music is so directly straight from the heart it’s impossible not to have an emotional reaction when you hear it. It’s more than just the glamor of being dead. He remains a feverishly beloved icon because of some sense of truthfulness in his voice, some yearning honesty, something that’s very easy to become attached to. Bolan is simply lovable in a way other shiny-pants-wearing glam rock icons are not.