Going Lowbrow

One of the reasons I've never put a CD player in my car is that I secretly love the crap music on the radio. Like this song. Go ahead and tell me it sucks, I'm too busy singing along to hear you anyway. I like that Usher guy too. Dude is HOTT and his songs are catchy. And I might as well tell you right now that I love that one song where Eminem goes all PeeWee Herman an' shit. The word of the day is "CRAZY," ya bitches! Hey, don't even play like you don't like LL Cool J, mm-kay? Oh, and there's this girl? JoJo Somebody? Yeah, I'm not sure who she is either, but that "Baby It's You" song is pretty tight. (Too bad I can't find it.) I'm aware that the Killers are so in they're out, now that the "adult rock" stations are hip to it. But still. And how about that new Gwen Stefani song, huh? Not too shabby.

Fine. Whatever. You remain unconvinced, that's cool. Why don't you go download this, ya punk - The Mountain Goats, "I Thought About You A Little" - and think about the jackass who didn't want anything to do with you and left town for no good reason and clearly doesn't think about you at all anymore and hopefully will never find your blog and cause you to die a thousand deaths from embarrassment. Or go listen to some live Wilco instead. Just don't let anyone catch you singing along. Dork.