A Critical Analysis of Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear the Reaper”
In a famous scene from the 1978 John Carpenter film “Halloween”, Jamie Lee Curtis as Laurie Strode, joy-rides in her friend Annie’s car, smokes a little weed and jams to the Blue Oyster Cult song “Don’t Fear the Reaper”. Unbeknownst to her, and her other teenage friends, the reaper is Michael Myers and they are about to meet him in a most unsavory way. It’s a really chilling juxtaposition. So chilling, in fact, that Rob Zombie, in his two Halloween remounts, included the song in his film.
Released in 1976, “Don’t Fear the Reaper” might be famous to anyone under the age of 30 as the subject of the Christopher Walken and Will Ferrell sketch on Saturday Night Live where “more cowbell” is fitfully demanded. It’s a hilarious sketch, and certainly one of SNL’s most famous, but it’s a bit of a shame that the song has lost some cred because of it. I think it’s a brilliant and moody song with a really interesting point of view. Let’s look:
Lyrics:
“Don’t Fear the Reaper”
All our times have come.
Here but now they’re gone.
Seasons don’t fear the reaper,
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (we can be like they are)
Come on baby (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (don’t fear the reaper)
We’ll be able to fly (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby I’m your man…
Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
40,000 men and women everyday (Like Romeo and Juliet)
40,000 men and women everyday (Redefine happiness)
Another 40,000 coming everyday (We can be like they are)
Come on baby (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (don’t fear the reaper)
We’ll be able to fly (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby I’m your man…
Love of two is one
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn’t go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared (saying don’t be afraid)
Come on baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodby (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on baby (don’t fear the reaper).
Conclusion:
“Don’t Fear the Reaper” is a song based most importantly on the idea of transcending death, most specifically the grim reaper. If you look at the last verse of the song, the woman is upset by the death of her lover, and in a truly cinematic fashion, the candles blow out, the door fly open and the grim reaper appears to take her away. But it’s personified in a way that’s really romantic. She takes the grim reaper’s hand and then they fly, they look backward and say goodbye and she becomes like they are.
The song also references archetypal figures like Romeo and Juliet but does so in a way that assumes the audience is intelligent. We aren’t being hit over the head with exposition or anything for that matter, just reminded of two characters in literature whose story everyone knows. No need for shmaltz (I’m looking at you here Taylor Swift).
I think that when you peel back the layers of the song you really end up finding some pretty awesome stuff. We shouldn’t fear death because the seasons don’t. That if we become like the “wind, the sun and the rain” we can somehow accept death and see it for something other than sad. The point is to just exist, without fear and when the reaper comes we should simply just take his hand.
Cover me! Tuesday’s Best and Worst Covers Playlist
Covers. Sometimes covers can be good (Johnny Cash and Nine Inch Nails) and sometimes covers can be bad (Whitesnake Cover Bands). But regardless of quality, the cover is a wonderful homage to musicians past and a great way to either demonstrate your talent as an artist that can reinvent someone else’s music (Diana Krall) or a talentless box of hair (Jessica Simpson). Enjoy.
“Take My Breath Away” — Jessica Simpson
“Your Ghost” — Greg Laswell
“The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia” — Reba McEntire
“Jolene” — Mindy Smith
“I Love Rock and Roll” — Britney Spears
“I Want You to Want Me” — Lindsay Lohan
“Toxic” — David Ford
“Devil May Care” — Diana Krall
“Hurt” — Johnny Cash
“Careless Whisper” — Rufus Wainwright and Ben Folds
An Open Letter to Kirk Cameron
Kirk Cameron taught us that marriages need to be Fireproof. And that just because your marriage is fireproof, that doesn’t mean the fire isn’t going to come, but it means you will be able to withstand it, with God. Thankfully all these lessons (and more!) are easily packaged in the Kirk Cameron movie, Fireproof.
Dear Mr. Cameron–
I just found out your sister is D.J. from “Full House”. That must have been fun. Anyway.
I saw your movie last night. I was going to get drunk and watch it, but don’t worry, I didn’t.
I really liked how you used everyone from the town of Albany, Georgia instead of hiring real actors. It really brought a sense of youth-group to the film. The way the townspeople of Albany, Georgia’s wooden faces and blank stares resonated with the themes of the movie (Jesus, Marriage, Accepting Jesus, Internet Porn Addiction and Prayer) was incredible.
I went to your website like the movie credits told me, after the bible verse of course, and I thought fireproofmymarriage.com was an excellent website. I really loved the part where you said that couples who live together before they get married only do so because the woman thinks that it’s a step toward marriage and the man only wants readily available sex and a break in finances. It was also neat how you showed all the studies saying that living in sin before marriage leads to divorce but then said that “no study has ever shown cohabitation to benefit marriage”. How scientific Kirk!
I also super loved how a baptist church, and not a real movie studio, produced the movie. It’s so lame sometimes how when a movie is trying to push a Christian agenda, the Hollywood types try and bury it in plot and subject matter. It’s so much better your way: Just have every scene end up with the characters talking in front of a giant wooden crucifix. (It’s so we all remember! It’s imagery!).
And Kirk, this is not to say that I’m not down with God. God is good, God is great, and we thank him for our food. But seriously? When Anna sat down for lunch with your heathen non-believer wife in the film and mid-sentence bowed her head for 8 seconds and prayed and then went on with the convo like nothing had happened. That’s weird, bro. And I call you bro because you were on television. And we are all God’s children.
Speaking of, my favorite line, well one of them, is when you go see your black firefighter friend and tell him you want to be one with God, and then he says “You’re like my brother from another mother, only now we have the SAME father”. Love that, Kirk. Love it.
Also, Kirk, buddy, bro, all the fire metaphor and imagery. Genius. It’s like you knew we wouldn’t get it from the poster, so you reinforced it whenever you could. Genius. Marriage is like a burning house, our love is like fire, you can’t fireproof your heart….subtle as a brick.
Sometimes actors have to make a brave choice. And you made some big ones in this film. I thought that you forcing the church—sorry movie studio, to use your wife as a stand-in was genius. You’re an actor. Of course if you kiss an actress for a scene its for realz. When you got married you saved all your kisses for your wife, Courtney. Who are you to give them away for free for the sake of a film? Put a wig on Courtney and lets shoot this shit in shadow.
The other brave choice you made is to portray a man addicted to boats and internet porn. It’s just like Jeff Bridges in “Crazy Heart”, only braver. Boating magazines? Pop-up ads tempting you asking you if you “wanna see”? Oh Kirk, the artistic bravado.
In conclusion, bro. Fireproof. Loved it. Loved you, loved the message. I just wish there were more films that demonized women for not having dinner on the table after working their full-time jobs. We all could use more of those.
Love,
Matt
On This Day in History: April 26th
On this day in history, April 26th, we gather to celebrate the anniversary of the birth of one the greatest, if not the greatest, comedic actors of our time: Kevin James.
The shorts! The hats! The colored socks! Never in our history has a man played a beer-drinking, homophobic, sloppy, lazy schlub with more grace and panache than Mr. James, who was born today in 1965 making his hilarious antics literally 45 years old. In honor of Mr. James, lets take a look at the wide variety of characters that he is equipped to bring the Meryl Streep-like accuracy to on the silver screen:
— Mall Cop
— Hackey Sack Tournament Celebrity Judge
— Otis the Cow
— Guys named Doug
— Guys named Larry
— Santa Claus
— Factory Worker
It’s clear that with his range and talent, Kevin James’ career can only skyrocket from here. Because nothing is more appealing to couch-potato American man than watching a nearly 50-year old guy with a beer gut and buzzed haircut pretend to be gay with Adam Sandler for 90 minutes. We thank you oh King of Queens, we thank you.
Tuesday’s Old Standard Playlist
In celebration of Rufus Wainwright coming out with a new album today, this playlist is going to focus on one of his favorite things, old standards. From Rosemary Clooney to Dean Martin these standards have taken us through World Wars, Cold Wars, Free Love and the New Millennium. There is just that extra special something that happens when you listen to an old classic. Images of men in WW2 Army Uniforms leaving their beautiful red-lipped women on a set of steamy train tracks. The woman wipes a tear with her cloth handkerchief and the man tips his hat at the girl he loves, knowing he might never see her again. These songs makes us think about our parents, their parents and most importantly, a time when a creamy voice echoing through a crowded dance hall could without a doubt get everyone on their feet.
“I’ll be Seeing You” — Rosemary Clooney
“Beyond the Sea” — Bobby Darin
“Stormy Weather” — Etta James
“Far Away Places” — Perry Como and Henri Rene
“Maybe You’ll be There” — Diana Krall
“Dream a Little Dream of Me” — Doris Day
“How Long Has this Been Going on?” — Rufus Wainwright
“Fever” — Peggy Lee
“London by Night” — Greg Laswell
“Blue Moon” — Julie London
On This Day in History: April 19th
Oklahoma City.
At 9am on April 19th, 1995, Timothy McVeigh drove an explosives-filled truck into the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City and taught me what the word terrorism meant for the very first time.
Killing 168 people, and one unidentified arm, McVeigh and his partner Terry Nichols made the most forceful anti-government statement since the Boston Tea Party, only this one had a body count.
Upset over the government’s handling of the Branch Dividians in Waco, Texas, McVeigh decided that he needed to send the government a message: You kill us, we kill you, which is why the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building was his target. Why he chose to detonate the bomb under the building’s day-care center is question for him to answer to his god.
The bomb exploded as planned, and thus began my fascination with the threshold of tragedy. Waco, Jonestown, Columbine, Oklahoma City, 9/11 and the Amish Schoolhouse massacre were all absolute nightmare tragedies, simply the mere horrors of fiction. But I can’t help to feel a morbid fascination and detachment to these events.
Having suffered personal tragedy, I can deeply empathize and mourn with the loss of a life. One person dies and my heart breaks for them. But in looking at widespread death like the 168 at Oklahoma city or the over 900 at Jonestown, and I feel nothing. Nothing except for a need to know more information. A need to know why, and where and how and look at gory pictures and revel in fascinating details.
My grandmother will call me, without a doubt, the moment a tragedy like this hits the 24-hour news circuit. I vividly remember many lengthy long-distance phone calls where my grandmother and I would just sit on the phone with each other and watch Columbine happen, or watch the Jon Benet Ramsay case unfold. And it always made me feel better that I had someone to share my confusion and fascination with.
We as humans can only handle so much. When tragedy strikes our immediate family, we grieve, but when it strikes Oklahoma City, we gossip. And I think because, for all of its gifts, the human heart cannot simply handle that much sadness. To physically process the loss of life and sheer terror and grief that something like 9/11 and Oklahoma City brings about, our brains would literally have to shut down. We have a threshold for tragedy. We feel a deep loss when a beloved parish priest passes away, but when a bus full of children flips over, we say “Oh my god. What happened? Did they die? How shocking?” and then we relay the story to anyone who will listen.
So 15 years after the largest act of home-grown terrorism we’ve ever seen, what have we learned? Well we learned that the threshold for tragedy is only expanding. We thought that Oklahoma City was the worst. Then 9/11 happened. And everyday beloved grandmothers and deli owners and hairstylists and little brothers are dying and our hearts break for them, if only to shield us from horrors that the human heart cannot handle. On this day in history.
Rivets
“Rivets”
At the annual parade I carried you on my shoulders.
We kissed directly between the broken-down Ferris wheel and the cotton candy stand.
I could feel the metal rivets of your jeans pressing up against me.
I pressed back.
Your hair smelled like sugary peanuts. the kind they only sell in plastic bags out of carts with no wheels.
Near us someone wins a prize for throwing a baseball at nine-neatly stacked glass coke-a-cola bottles.
I tell you those games are usually rigged.
You put on chapstick with the tip of your finger and it makes me think about lemonade from a stand and sex and the tightness of your jeans and the rivets pressing up against me.
You laugh at the pickle on a stick as a boy runs by frantically searching for his older brother
who is not so coincidentally kissing a red-haired girl near the tilt-a-whirl.
I reach my hand out to stop the boy from interrupting.
You laugh.
A Critical Analysis of Reba McEntire’s “She Thinks His Name Was John”
I’m not gonna lie. I like Reba McEntire a lot. I’ve had this plan in my head since I was maybe 8 or 9 that I would write her a letter telling her I was dying so she could come and visit me. I never thought it through much after that, but I just assumed she would be so taken with my charms that she wouldn’t even remember that I faked a terminal illness to get her there. The worst part of this scenario, the absolute worst part, is that I still consider doing this sometimes as a 23-year-old man.
Last night I was walking home from the gym and listening to my iPod on shuffle. “She Thinks His Name Was John” came on and I found myself walking up Bergen street with tears welling up in my eyes. I guess the juxtaposition of the cool night air, my exhaustion from the treadmill and the fact that I haven’t listened to the song in ages just brought about more emotion that I was prepared for. It’s also a damn sad song. Let’s look:
Lyrics
“She Thinks His Name Was John”
She can account for all of the men in her past.
Where they are now, who they married, how many kids they have.
She knew their backgrounds, family and friends,
A few she even talks to now and then.
But there is one she can’t put her finger on.
There is one, who never leaves her thoughts,
And she thinks his name was John.
A chance meeting, a party a few years back.
Broad shoulders and blue eyes, his hair was so black.
He was a friend of friend you could say.
She let his smile just sweep her away.
And in her heart she knew that it was wrong,
But too much wine and she left his bed at dawn.
And she thinks his name was John.
Now each day is one day that’s left in her life.
She won’t know love, have a marriage or sing lullabies.
She lays all alone and cries herself to sleep,
‘Cause she let a stranger kill her hopes and her dreams.
And all her friends say what a pity what a loss.
And in the end when she was barely hangin’ on,
All she could say is she thinks his name was John.
She thinks his name was John.
Conclusion
This song came out in 1994. And in terms of HIV / AIDS, 1994 was light years away from the awareness of 1984, but compared to 2004, it was the still the dark ages. Reba faced a lot of backlash from performing a song not only about a woman having promiscuous sex, but about a woman, not a gay man, dying of HIV/AIDS.
The song so perfectly captures with its lullaby melody and quiet tone the way that someone can be swept away in another’s eyes and the next thing you know, the bad decisions come screaming out of the ether. I enjoy the way the song tells an AIDS story in an unconventional way. Reba is not hitting us over the head with anything. She’s using subtle language and clues to explore the narrative of a woman facing up to her sexual misconduct.
And I think that the real grief of the song comes from it’s title: She thinks his name was John. The fact that this man, this one-night stand, has essentially killed her is sad. But the saddest part comes from the fact that she only has a vague recollection of his name. That she thinks his name was John. It just breaks your heart.
The Numbers
Creepy: 15%
Sweet: 5%
Gut-Wrenching: 80%
The Queen of Country does not need a flashy production / Nicholas Sparksy music video to accompany her song. The power of the lyrics and the power of her voice do all the work for her. Although had she made a music video for this, with her track record, it would have been stellar.
Tuesday’s Maybe Baby? Playlist
Babies are everywhere.
There’s that new H-Bomb of adorable movie about them coming out, that E*trade baby is getting his (its?) own show, and infant beauty pageants are still going strong. But what to listen to when thinking about babies? We have the positive songs about raising kids, the nervous songs about expecting and the whatingodsnameamigonnadonow songs about the joys of that little pink plastic stick reading positive. Let’s have a listen.
“Papa Don’t Preach” — Madonna
“Brick” — Ben Folds Five
“Arms Wide Open” — Creed
“Baby of Mine” — Allison Krauss
“I Hope You Dance” — Leanne Womack
“Zion” — Lauren Hill
“All that she Wants” — Ace of Base
“Teach Your Children Well” — Crosby, Stills and Nash
“In My Daughter’s Eyes” — Martina McBride
“Just the Two of Us” — Will Smith
On This Day in History : April 12th
On April 12th, 1989 Garth Brooks released his first album, self-titled, Garth Brooks. And thus a country music / stadium pyrotechnic phenomena was born.
While Garth’s later albums will grace us with such hits as “The Thunder Rolls” and “I’ve Got Friends in Low Places”, his self-titled album gives us one of the schmaltziest and most emotionally manipulative country songs ever: “The Dance”.
With the melodrama of a Nicholas Sparks novel, “The Dance”, tells the story of a lover looking back on his lost love and finding himself thankful that even though he went through all the pain, he would have missed the chance to dance with his girl. The song is actually a well-written and deep hearted ballad, but when Garth sings it, it takes on this Arena-esque feeling that simply takes all of the magic out of the lyrics. You can almost hear waves of single women and their mothers overcome with grief as he strums those first chords, well someone strums because Garth can’t be bothered to really play any music, but nonetheless, the women weep. Then, said women open their pocketbooks and run to the store to buy the album, then to the concert, then to the store to get their man a cowboy hat just like Garth wears when he sings “The Dance”.
And I would love to post the song or perhaps a youtube video of Garth singing it, but, like the true asshole he really is, he will not allow his music to be leased both on iTunes and on Youtube. So if you want Garth Brooks, you gotta pay for it. But this video is the guy who actually wrote it. So kudos to you guy. Garth Brooks can suck it hard. Brought to you by This Day (April 12th, 1989) in History.
March 4th
“March 14th”
a small stone holds strong against a sea of crashing water.
meanwhile they clamor in droves at the prospect of
freedom from death.
reprieve never comes for true suffering.
so they rally.
a hundred million people against one death.
they call upon the risen lord jesus and
allah.
they use
crystals and burn incense.
old italian women kiss the feet of their crucified lord.
little children believe in the power of wishing while a hundred million people storm the fortresses of death.
death holds strong.
in a brightly colored classroom, amidst crayon drawings of the stations of the cross
a little boy wishes for his mother.
death tightens his shoelaces.
the class takes a moment to pray.
death pushes back.
Tuesday’s Tween Playlist
Oh tweens.
With their Lisa Frank notebooks, Justin Beiber fan-fiction and Twilight-themed pre-teen lives, they command a huge amount of buying power in the pop culture market. And to listen to the music that they listen to at both times makes you feel old and young again. They swoon over Taylor Lautner and his hunky wolfness. Playground fights ensue among kids 10-13 over Robert Pattison’s level of glittery handsomeness. Tweens in my generation powered dozens of boybands using only their screams and posters and rocketed a ridiculous idea called “the Spice Girls” to international superstardom. Now the tweens simply turn on the Disney Channel and use their devotion to power the chastity belts of the Jonas Brothers.
Let’s have a listen to what the kids are listening to:
“Hurry Up and Save Me” — Tiffany Gardina
“According to You” — Orianthi
“Paparazzi” — Lady Gaga
“For Your Entertainment” — Adam Lambert
“Sneakernight” — Vanessa Hudgens
“Rude Boy” — Rhianna
“Baby” — Justin Beiber feat. Ludacris
“Tik Tok” — Ke$ha
“In My Head” — Jason Derulo
“He Said, She Said” — Ashley Tisdale
A Critical Analysis of LFO’s “Summer Girls”
Boy Bands are hilarious. They exist as pretty-boy eunuchs, yet elicit hyper-sexualized responses from non-sexually active tweens.
They also dance, dress alike and most, in the hey-day, had hilarious frosted blonde hair.
But there’s a small subset under the Backstreet Boys umbrella of a different kind of boy band. A boy band not entirely comfortable with the 98 degrees-style of choreography and harmony and more in tune to an alternative sound.
And by “alternative” I mean speak-rapping, and by “subset” i mean LFO.
There hasn’t been a song so laden with cultural references since Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire”. And that, at least, is organized by decade. “Summer Girls” by LFO (or Lyte Funky Ones), is a strange mashup of pop-culture references, non-sequiturs and references to liking Kevin Bacon but hating Footloose. In not so many words, it’s basically the worst of the worst.
Yet delightfully catchy. Let’s have a look:
Lyrics
“Summer Girls”
Yeah…I like it when the girls stop by.. In the summer
Do you remember, Do you remember?
…when we met. That summer??
New Kids On The block, had a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick.
And I think it’s fly when girls stop by for the summer,for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie and Fitch,
I’d take her if I had one wish,
But she’s been gone since that summer.
Since that summer.
Hip Hop Marmalade spic and span,
Met you one summer and it all began.
You’re the best girl that I ever did see,
The great Larry Bird Jersey 33.
When you take a sip you buzz like a hornet,
Billy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets.
Call me Willy Whistle cause I can’t speak baby.
Something in your eyes went and drove me crazy.
Now I can’t forget you and it makes me mad,
Left one day and never came back,
Stayed all summer then went back home,
Macauly Culkin wasn’t Home Alone.
Fell deep in love, but now we ain’t speaking.
Michael J Fox was Alex P Keaton.
When I met you I said my name was Rich,
You look like a girl from Abercrombie and Fitch
New Kids On The block,had a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick.
And I think it’s fly when girls stop by for the summer,for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie and Fitch,
I’d take her if I had one wish,
But she’s been gone since that summer..
Since that summer.
Cherry Pez,cold crush,rock star boogie
Used to hate school so I had to play hookie,
Always been hip to the B-boY Style
Known to act wild and make girls smile,
Love New Edition and the Candy Girl
Remind me of you because you rock my world
You come from Georgia where the peaches grow
They drink lemonade and speak real slow
You love hip hop and rock n roll,
Dad took off when you were 4 years old.
There was a good man named Paul Revere,
I feel much better baby when you’re near
You love fun dip and cherry Coke,
I like the way you laugh when I tell a joke
When I met you I said my name was Rich,
You look like a girl from Abercrombie and Fitch.
In the summertime girls got it going on,
Shake and wiggle to a hip hop song
Summertime girls are the kind I like,
I’ll steal your honey like I stole your bike.
Bugaloo shrimp and pogo sticks,
My mind takes me back there oh so quick.
Let you off the hook like my man Mr. Limpet.
Think about that summer and I bug,cause I miss it.
Like the color purple, macaroni and cheese,
Ruby red slippers and a bunch of trees.
Call you up but whats the use,
I like Kevin Bacon, but I hate Footloose
Came in the door I said it before,I think I’m over you
but I’m really not sure,
When I met you I said my name was Rich
You look like a girl from Abercrombie and Fitch.
In the summer girls come and summer girls go
Some are worth while and some are so so,
Summer girls come and summer girls go
Some are worth while and some are so so,
Summertime girls got it going on
Shake and wiggle to a hip hop song
Summertime girls are the kind I like
I’ll steal your honey like I stole your bike.
Conclusion
Instead of writing some wordy analysis of the lyrical properties of this song, I think I’m just going to list a few highlights. Do with them what you will.
Things to know about Summer Girls, courtesy of LFO’s frontman, Rich:
— All of their dads left home when they were four years old.
— They wear ruby red slippers.
— A bunch of trees.
— They love New Edition
— They can’t get enough of Pogo Sticks and Bugaloo Shrimp
— You can steal both their honey and their bikes.
— They like the color purple.
— They know trivia about Family Ties such as Michael J. Fox played Alex P. Keaton.
— They love Rockstar Boogie.
— Chinese food makes them sick, obviously.
— If asked if Paul Revere was a good man, they would most likely answer yes.
— In addition to his volumes of plays, they know all about Billy Shakespeare’s whole bunch of sonnets.
— They think, incorrectly, that Macauly Culkin wasn’t home alone, but in actuality, yes, he was, that’s the point of the movie. And the sequel.
I’m sorry, I know I said there wouldn’t be a lengthly analysis, but is one of the lyrics, honestly, with no context to pad it, “a bunch of trees”. Rich literally decided that he needed something that rhymed with Macaroni ‘n’ Cheese. I imagine the conversation went something like this:
Rich: Yo dawgs. What rhymes with mac n’ cheese. I’m having mad trouble getting these lyrics out of my brainspace.
Other Member: Michael J. Fox was Alex P. Keaton.
Rich: Stop it.
Other other member: Bumble bees.
Rich: No, we already used hornets. That’s too many bees in one jam.
Other Member: Macauly Culkin wasn’t home alone.
Rich: Yes he was. Did you even finish the movie.
Other Member: What about those whole bunch of trees.
Rich: Bingo. Call the label. We’re finished!
The Numbers
Creepy: 2%
Sweet: 1%
Harmless Frosted-Tips Fun: 97%
Beach Party: Check.
Boardwalk: Check.
Sex with all of those “summer girls”: Check.
Squatting and singing: Check.
The other two not singing a word: Check.
Just as a disclaimer. They manage to stretch this song out to nearly four and a half minutes. Kudos Rich. Kudos other two. Kudos.
red herring. 