I hate a mellow mood, especially one created by a spectacularly un-mellow dude.
I was just in Wawa, buying a regionally-appropriate hoagie for lunch. Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young was wafting through the air, stinking up the joint.
I just have to ask, REALLY? I am always surprised when I hear CSNY on corporate in-store soundtracks. It reminds me, oddly, of James Taylor, whom I totally hate.
I hate James Taylor because he is a juicebox. He's a notoriously abusive womanizer with all kinds of problems AND he is totally unattractive. I realize that describes almost everyone in pop culture, but I retain the right to be irritated according to my own whims. I do like that song about seeing your smiling face, God help me. But yuck. He named an album SWEET BABY JAMES after himself, for crying out loud. Believe me, I am crying.
Sweet Baby James? Why not be honest and say JUICEBOX IN CHAMBRAY?
And I actually like Neil Young. He owns buffalo, has a giant head, and totally brings serious money and visibility to autistic spectrum disorders.
But both these guys, I think, are seen as creators of A Mellow Mood TM, even though Neil Young songs are not actually mellow. "Hey guys! Let's have a Mellow Mood! Bust out the James Taylor and Neil Young!" I guess this is what Melissa Etheridge and Julie Cypher were thinking when they decided to ask David Crosby to donate sperm for their children. The pro and con list was all, CON: horrendous history of behavioral health issues and serious drug abuse, balding, unattractive, physically repulsive. PRO: musical, and a prime creator of A Mellow Mood.
I am incoherent with rage now. I need a magical antihistamine for my ears to make my original point. Since all I have at my disposal is a giant sandwich, I'll have to sign out for now.
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