Songs For Silverman drew me in with its gravity of intricate piano melodies and wry confessions, but pricked my teenage Evangelical conscience with its cheeky heresies. I couldn\u2019t bring myself to listen to \u201CJesusland,\u201D Folds\u2019 critique of American Christianity, and I hated when he used the Lord\u2019s name in vain\u2014the CD contains more than its fair share of \u201Cgoddamns.\u201D But god damn it all if I wasn\u2019t a little bit in love with the way his hands tumbled down the keys on \u201CLanded,\u201D a song I practiced on my parents\u2019 piano over and over and over with no real aim, no goal other than to physically feel the song that moved me in such a way. For me, to love a song is to physically touch it on keys, on strings, in my throat, in my hands. To hold it, to make it mine.