Wednesday, July 30, 2008

A Mark of Distinction.

I'll be damned if I can remember the context, probably televisual, but I remember being a small child and feeling sheepishly humbled the first time I heard the saying, "I put my pants on one leg at a time.'

I thought this man was noting his sophistication, because at this time in my life, I thought the appropriate approach to putting on pants was to put a foot in each hole and jump and wriggle until he found himself clothed. This took some doing, as it was the 1980s and I mostly wore skin tight corduroys.

To this day, however, I cannot hear that phrase without feeling a small degree of shame about my rube-like naivete about properly dressing one's self. I'm still not sure I put my pants on correctly.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

God Only Knows

You know why I love the Beach Boys? Ok, I don't really, I only really like Pet Sounds and even then not all the songs on it (like the title track, which can blow me in a pretty serious way), but there's a great self-deprecating honesty to that album. Like, in "God Only Knows," Brian Wilson opens up with "I may not always love you..." Thank Christ for that. Finally a respite from the sappy pap proclaiming permanence. I'm not trying to be dark and say that no love lasts or anything, but thank Christ for Brian Wilson having the balls to show a little doubt and self-consciousness as opposed to the cocky, assuredness that makes pop music A) irritating but, more importantly B) comforting because the fictitious personae who sing such songs have the cocksure swagger that we (or I for one) lack. Thank you, Brian Wilson, for an odd hint of honesty. It's uncomfortably every relationship I've ever had.

As for the prudishness of sentiment in "Wouldn't it Be Nice," well, we'll forgive you as a victim of your times. Plus, that shit's catchy.