Rich Man

"Rich Man" is the strangest thing on *Father of the Bride*: a two-and-a-half-minute reverie built around a sampled guitar figure lifted from Sri Lankan guitarist S. S. Fernando's "Cheerio," a fingerpicked Indian Ocean lilt that Koenig loops until it becomes a small warm room. Everything is soft-edged — brushed percussion, a bed of strings that swells and withdraws like breath, no drums insisting on anything. Koenig sings in a hushed near-croon, almost conversational, the ironist's armor completely off. The conceit is a folk proverb: one in a million ships finds a lucky captain, one in a hundred million men is truly rich — and, quietly, "I'm the lucky one." It could be smug; it isn't, because the delivery carries the disbelief of someone who suspects the luck is temporary. Coming from a songwriter whose career has circled privilege, guilt, and the ethics of inheritance, it lands as an unusually direct admission rather than a critique. The sample's provenance also matters: the band's magpie internationalism, once accused of tourism, here reads as genuine devotion to a melody. It works best late, headphones on, in a stretch of life that's inexplicably going well and you're afraid to say so out loud.