This one was title-less, and I just noticed.

Sometimes I find it hard to give new/different music a fair shake. My sister, who's musical palate is much more tolerant than mine, will attest to this, particularly as it pertains to sad music. Some people like sad music. It makes good background music. It is often very pretty (and apparently has a sense of irony). I'm not sure if people find it comforting -- like it's nice to hear someone put to word and sound the things you feel. It's not like that for me. It just makes me sadder, moves me beyond introspection and into neurosis.

Of course, fun music has its limits too. My friend recommended the new Japandroids album. Really fun, really catchy, good music for driving through warm summer evenings. But lyrics like...

These girls are all
Bikini Kill
We need a ride to Bikini Island

We run the gauntlet
Let's get to France
So we can French kiss some French girls

...well, c'mon. I'm not given to poetry, much to my dismay, so my lyric interpretation skills probably aren't the keenest. But I dare you to make any sense of the lyrics above. "But perhaps there's no sense to be had?" Yes, I suppose, but that's not likely. Who sits down and says, "I'm now going to put together a smattering of words that, though creating a complete sentence, mean absolutely nothing about absolutely nothing."?

This perhaps explains my weakness for catchy songs with easily digestible lyrics. Talk about girls and the road and growing older. Whatever. Just so long as it's not apparent gibberish that may/may not have meaning. (And this probably gets to my real concern...and insecurity, as it were...that perhaps there is a great deal of meaning in lyrics that seem so bizarre at first, and I'm just too dull to find it.)

The name of that Japandroids song is "Wet Hair" and, in spite of insipid lyrics, is a pretty good listen.