Whatever You Want It To Be

And on this week's show we have...

Shine On
Jet

After Get Born, this is, though not completely rubbish, somewhat potty. I heard it once and said mournfully to myself, quite like a shrink who doesn't care if he gets his money but just wants the quack out and out now, "Why Jet, why would you do this to me? Me, who loved your stuff despite the tonnes of web pages and people with too much time on their hands saying that your songs were rip-offs of those by The Beatles. Me, who jived to Are You Gonna Be My Girl even though My Sharona was on the same playlist."

But I persisted, and after a few listens, it grew on me like a zit on the butt, and hey, the first single isn't all bad. And then, I further try to justify why I shouldn't entirely dismiss this album to eternal mediocrity, but I fail. It struck me somewhere in the middle of repeat #7 that maybe it was time to move on and come back just for Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is, which too, if it wasn't the single, I'd probably avoid. Ah, the confusity.

In part two, we take a look at what not to do before a submission...
I have taken it upon myself to explain in this complexity of phrase and verb how and what. How is it possible that regardless of how hard I try, the words pour out slow as a reluctant dog beign dragged into a bath, when I need to write about that which I do not like. Unlike here, where I can write unflinching almost without thought with the only restriction being time and lethargy. Oh, Bohemian Rhapsody of my life, let the game of one song after another in this tender device that we run on computers and machines take my mind away from all I need to do but haven't done, being constrained by my restrictions.

I could be talking about drugs you know.
*but do you*