I have a really slag-worthy confession: there are no lyrics too banal for me
to enjoy if it has a great tune. Right now I've got "Sussudio" stuck in my
head and I'm forcing myself to sing "It's a small world after all" to get it
out (before I kill someone).

That said, "Stacy's Mom" and "Bright Future in Sales" are brilliant little
character studies as far as I can tell. Stacy's Mom is from the point of
view of a horny high-school dude. BFIS is a drunk, entry-level corporate
tool. Both are about as profound as "Beavis and Butthead."

But in the same way that Beavis and Butthead could provide telling social
commentary, so too can ...

... oh, what the hell, I'm not cut out for this kind of analysis. And
someone is going to end up bitching about my grammar, too, so I'll just
quit.

Stacy's Mom and Bright Future in Sales rock, though. I'll stand by that.

Today I worked out to Linus of Hollywood's "Your Favorite Record." I
remember thinking, for the first time, even though I have listened to the CD
no less than 100 times all the way through, "Say Hello to Another Goodbye"
is a stunning lyrical masterpiece.

And I've been listening to Cloud Eleven's "Orange and Yellow and Green and
Near" almost non-stop since picking it up a couple of weeks ago and I don't
know what some of the lyrics really mean. "Rocket Chair?" What's a Rocket
Chair? But I love it to death and strongly recommend it to everyone.
Everyone! Really, buy it now. You won't regret it.

I guess my point is this: sometimes the lyrics are really important and
sometimes, it seems, I'm just more than happy that these songwriters and
musicians brought these tunes into the world.

Scott

NP: Cloud Eleven "Hey California"