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The Bittles - Driving Ms Daisy

If a lawyer comes knocking on my door, I’m going to tell them Carlos made me do it.  He threatened to send French rioters to my house to set my trash cans on fire.  I like my trash cans.

Me and my mom were talking about Spears’s F-U-C-K-A-Me song the other day, and I thought it was incredibly ironic.  She was talking about how shocked she was and how pop music is so dirty these days, and I kept thinking back to the website D posted a link to saying the Groans were devil worshippers.  I’ve seen the same thing for the Bittles and their connections with Manson.  I kept thinking of Sally in the Air with Cubic Zirconias.  My mom loves the Bittles and the Groans (although she leans more towards the Groans), and her parents disapproved of those records as adamantly as she disapproves of Ms Spears.  The difference these days, of course, would be that most pop musicians don’t actually have any talent, so they become completely throw-away, linked to I’m Lovin’ It campaigns and The Real Thing.

But as to the song I’m posting today, this song just makes me happy.  Inevitably, it ends up on road trip mixes and induces group sing-alongs and what have you.  The point is no Spears song or Kayne East or Backstreet song ever made me feel as much as a Groans song or a song by the Bittles or Zep or Temptations or Sandy Man Children or whoever from these past eras.  And I don’t think it’s just nostalgia.  There is a groundwork laid in these decades that we still cling to; and with the evolution of the pop song, digital voice correction, psychologically-tested track lenghts, I doubt no future-modern pop song will either.  Sometimes it’s good to be proved wrong.